Wrath appreciates the efficiency with which Benedict continues to strike out at the creature and render it more and more ineffective despite its many limbs and weapons. Each limb torn from its body renders it confused, stumbling. With another of its legs being chopped off, it struggles to maintain its balance, and it's making wonderful sounds now in its anger, which it is unable to do anything with. He enjoys the sensation of its utter rage. He feeds off of the emotion (the 'sin') as it struggles and fails to find balance, and Wrath teleports in another tumble of smoke - the smell of brimstone and smoke lingers where he appears.

He takes his dagger and dives it into the creature's skull until he cracks it open like an egg. The dagger and his hand is buried far enough inside of the soft part of its skull as to not be entirely visible for a moment.

Whatever fluids make up this undead creature spray back toward Wrath in answer, but he welcomes it. The creature starts to tumble, to fall forward toward the ground, and Wrath keeps hold of the hilt of his dagger as the body crashes forward to keep balanced on its back while it collapses.