Le Jubb climbs the stairs, rolls the female acolyte onto her back with a push of his heel, and spits on the dying woman. He locks eyes with her and with a steady gaze he grips the trident planted in her chest. The woman's lips quiver as she tries to form words, eyes still locked with Le Jubb's. Tightening his grip, the tiefling plants his foot on the acolyte's abdomen and narrows his gaze as he slowly and slightly twists the barbs left and then right and then left. Blood seeps with each twist.
Eyes set on the woman, the tiefling finally speaks, "I am sorry Krad, I hesitated. I thought this wretch would yield." As he speaks, Le Jubb continues to stare down the woman and thrusts the trident deeper. For a second the woman appears to cave in on herself, one hand still loosely grasping the trident. The trident lingers for a moment longer before Le Jubb finally rips it free, its barbs bringing small bits of flesh with it and a steady flow of blood with them.