It had been a good decision to start drugging Hythlodaeus' tea, he thinks as he tails his final target through the better part of the morning. Few would argue with the alibi that he has turned in to sleep with his lover - and Hythlodaeus himself is none the wiser for what Hades has been doing for the past two weeks. At least, he doesn't think they are.

All that is about to change now. He has the leader in his sights and he won't let anyone stop him from killing them.

As soon as he sees an opening, he calls to his familiar ("Nyx!") and activates the Soul Catcher. The people near him stumble back with shocked cries as he transforms into a draconic avatar. But he has eyes only for one person.

His target pales and immediately bolts.

Hades fights with reckless abandon, tearing up the street with his alchemy and firing aetherial bullets ahead of him. No injury seems to slow him down for long. In fact, they vanish almost as soon as he acquires them. A long gash down his arm here, cuts and bruises to his flank there - Hades takes them all in his stride until one last leap drops him squarely on top of his target's back.

They crash to the pavement with his weight crushing the air from their lungs. "No, please, no...!" they beg; he doesn't listen. They hadn't listened to Hythlodaeus. Why should he extend them the same courtesy?

Eyes bright and savage, he wraps his hands about their neck and begins to squeeze.