Havik brushed his fingers against his mouth, looking at himself in a mirror. His breathing becoming more and more labored, practically seething from what was left on him. Suddenly he glared at himself and let out a yell. "They will all pay!" His hands balled, his knuckles practically turning white. Shang Stung soon walked in, his hands behind his back as he walked around Havik. "New look?" Shang Tsung's voice rang out, Havik turning to glare at him. Just as Havik was about to get hostile, Shang Tsung spoke up calmly. "I would advise you to use this anger towards our enemies, the same people who instill order and control over everyone. That is your goal isn't it? To take down any bindings?" Shang Tsung turned around for a moment as Havik just watched him as he walked off. "That sorcerer…" Havik said to himself, looking away for a moment.