"Damn pest..." The warden muttered under his breath, lifting his blindfold a tad to stare at the bloodied, battered corpse beneath his feet with nothing but pure disdain.

His armor was stained with the colorful blood of those poor souls scattered across the ground, blood dripping from the edge of his ban hammer as he lifted it over his shoulders.

"That's one less mosquito..." A deep, gruff chuckle escaped the warden, turning away from the grotesque sight after a good moment of peering.