You would not be able to tell that it was V-Ruby-One's first time going into many of the caves on the way to Hydra, by the way a stormcloud of anger seemed to follow in its wake. It hated this. It hated having to do this. The presence of V-Onyx-Three at its side all the way to the desert-cave made it want to turn around and disembowel its forge-mate.

But it kept in mind what Vargas had said. About Draconua, being a slave to its power, and how if it failed this...it didn't want to suffer any worse consequences. It didn't know what he would have brewing in his mind - simply being thrown out would be one thing, but it could be killed. Chained. It knew the Leviathan was cunning...if it failed this perhaps it would be forced to face that wretched curse it bore, until it knew nothing but chaos and hatred.

It shivered. Not happening.

It was an awkward, tense walk to Hydra, unless the onyx said anything, but Helion started no conversation, said nothing, only let out an occasional growl in response to its own thoughts or surroundings.

Eventually, they stood before the hot sands of Hydra and Helion crossed its arms, looking out at the sands. It was blinding, it was burning hot, and it knew that this was just going to get even more miserable by the second.

"Well," it growled, finally breaking its silence. "Lets find us something, I guess. Get this over with."

It glanced to the side as the wolf-beast scanned their surroundings, waiting for a moment. But the sands were still and quiet and he gave no notion that he'd seen anything. What was he expecting to find, anyways? A spider just hangin around? A vulture flying low enough to snatch right out of the sky? None of those would be very impressive, would they? Were they not soldiers of Chaos? Were they not descendants of Vargas, the Leviathan?

It did not fear. It would not fear. Call it brave or stupid, but it snarled impatiently and strove forward, stomping on the sand and watching as black began to spread across the surface of the dune. Cracks appeared in the top layer of sand, small, thin openings appearing and then swiftly disappearing as blackened sand fell into them and refilled.

It stomped around like this for a couple of minutes, until it felt like the point had been made, and then it stood back, going quiet as it waited to see if its efforts had attracted anything.

As soon as the sand shifted beneath it - a very definite way that was not its own magic causing ripples, it turned to dive out of the, a sudden spark of panic making its feet scrabble for a grip in the churning sand. It felt the edge of a tooth cut into the side of its foot as it retreated, but it felt itself slam onto solid (for now) sand, quickly struggling back to its feet.

"There," it hissed as it rose to its feet. "That's our trophy. Let's fucking kill it." It was tightly snarled, yet there was a gleam in its eyes, undeniably excitement, adrenaline. Chaos surged to be released under its skin, finally, finally a chance to truly let loose. To fight, to kill, shred, destroy, DESTROY

The beast was big. Massive. Its very maw was bigger then both hulking Vargas-kin were tall, which to its credit, was quite a damn feat. But being so big made it a big target and it made it slow, especially out of the sand as it was.

Adrenaline rushed through V-Ruby-One's body as it watched the beast crest and it felt something in it click for the first time. This...this was what it was meant for. Battle. Violence. Destruction. But focused, on a hunt. He felt no animosity towards Onyx at this moment - he was an ally in this. Perhaps a weaker ally then that of chaos itself, but an ally nonetheless who would spill his own blood from the sand-creature's hide.

And Helion would give him that opportunity.

Black fire raged within its body as it unleased at last. It didn't have to hold back. The cage door was swung wide open and the beast erupted in bolts of black lightning that surged, arcing towards the sand worm as V-Ruby-One roared in pure animalistic glee and rage. Its muscles cramped painfully as the lighting surged through its body, but the agony was pure ecstasy, to know that same sensation would soon lock through the thousands of muscles of its enemy.