It glanced at Onyx-three, not giving the same respectful nod, but the absence of a snarl on its face was, perhaps, the friendliest acknowledgment he could get. Helion watched the beast die at last, the silence that followed almost deafening after the tumultuous and very loud battle that had just occurred. Oddly enough, though, it felt calm, satisfied. For the first time it felt like it could think clearly, even if just for now. Away from the Black Spire's constant influence and having just satisfied that deep, craving urge for violence and destruction. It no longer felt like it was one step away from completely losing control. Perhaps there was something to this "channeling it into productive violence".

"It is strong," it replied without the usual scathing bite in its voice. Also absent was any follow up self appreciation, only acknowledging the compliment - and returning one. "Climbing on it was very brave - or very stupid. You are a good shot, at least." Even if the wolf-beast had done little in comparison to the powers of chaos, in the way of damage, it had gotten off some good shots, the evidence of which was still staining the surrounding sand red.

It stepped up to the dead sandworm, looking at one of the massive mandibles on the side of its...face? If one could call that a face. A hand to the thick hide and plating of the creature and black fire raced around the base, burning away flesh and muscles and sinew, carefully controlled to only burn in a straight line down until the mandible came free.

It was a giant thing, but V-Ruby-One had the fortune to inherit its life-giver's many arms so hoisting it over its shoulder and securing it with a multi-armed grip was secure enough. "Well, I think this will suit enough for a trophy."

It watched judgmentally as Onyx made to tear off its own trophy to return to the Forge. With a returning flash of savage pride, it noted how pitifully small it was in comparison to the massive appendage it held over its shoulder (barely holding it but whatever). IT would look far more impressive returning to Draco with this monstrous prize.

But it figured if it intended for crafting, it would be more practical to choose a smaller piece. He could go play with his trinkets and toys if he wanted. Not really the Helion’s thing.

”I don’t need anything,” it snorted as a response. True enough, but rudely stated, as if tools were beneath it. I don’t need any tools but my claws and the magic of chaos to destroy and unmake.

Pushing the mandible up a bit farther to feel more secure, it turned, tail swishing behind it. ”Let’s go then. And see if our Master approves.”