I sat in the cold, dark shadows waiting for my prey to come within stingers reach. Days passed and turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months and just as I was about to throw in the towel, I noticed the delicate little creature withdraw his fighting stance, and limp helplessly in my direction. I have been waiting for so long that my plan of attack had slipped my mind. Should I snap him in half with my muscular claws, killing it fast and painlessly? Or should I lure it in closer, and closer until the time is right then suddenly inject the poison?
Giving one hope may be the cruelest way to play the game, and so, that is what I must do. Finally willing to drop the matter I mustn't get attached. I'm going to play with my prey until the time comes to strike! This time around, Vengeance granted me the gift of patience to make it sting as much as possible when the time comes. As terrible as the truth may sound, I was born for this kind of ruthlessness. I was defeated in battle, but let the record show I am the only survivor of the war.
