The Lich's thoughts disgusted Heimrich. An evil being in the position of power, entitled to reincarnation whilst his victims will never come back. Only when he realized he didn't have his easy ticket out did he want a chance to redeem himself. Then this asshat shows up, admittedly he knew this would happen, to call slaying evil a crime against nature.
While the long dead brother of Duncan Cross rambles on about the poor plight of the Zoconians he spits on the dust with derision. The Zoconians drove themselves to near extinction, and their goddess let them, because their individual lives mean nothing to her. He had no pity for them, especially for the Lich he just erased.
And Lewis Cross. Never before has Heimrich loathed someone to this degree. Long dead but apparently still kicking in some fashion, and able to effect the material world if his threat is anything to go by. The strong arm of Zocom's goddess and head toy soldier, did nothing to stop Salem's plot and help his brother, doing nothing as he suffered for eight years. He didn't even know he and Heimrich were fighting to the death. He knew the Lich was after Duncan and Samantha but did nothing to dissuade or stop him. Lewis may have a job to do, but his very existence went against everything Heimrich believed in. He didn't care who he "annoyed" by defending those he cares about. He knows he's a headstrong stubborn punk, he wouldn't be here if he wasn't.
He likewise doesn't care about Lewis' final request as he and the goddess' hypocritical eye disappear, it wasn't his problem to begin with. But now that that weird encounter was over, he could go back to doing what he was here for.
"It's been a while, Albus."
Far unlike her constant exasperation early in the fight, before it went right ways to hell, Scotti is now silent. She watches quietly and calmly, if not concerned, her aura matching, but her aura was just a front. She controlled it so no one could see the despair inside as Duncan disappeared more and more. His body was seen for such a short time before Vengeance began regrowing over it once more, steadily taking his true Forgotten form. She couldn't stop her memories of him, gathered over such a short time, but that did not ease the pain in her heart. Duncan...
A projected image of Duncan smiling gives Heimrich less than a moment's pause, but he had no time to discern its source before the hurled spear closes for a killing blow. His eyes never lose sight of it as he leans into a dodge hard to the right as a lesson from Atticus makes a real life application. Vengeance was still growing stronger as he begins to tap into his divine inheritance, that huge growth in power bears its first fruit as the spear grazes his face, a thin cut releasing small droplets of blood. Not quick enough.
The spear in hand closes frighteningly fast for Heimrich's chest, his reactions now weren't enough after just the delay between spears. I need more. Heimrich digs deep within his core, his aura running through his body, new conduits of motion when his body's reaction time is laughably slow. He didn't have enough in him to dodge this one. But his eyes spark as his concentration grows in intensity. More!
With a flash of light his cut and the few droplets burst into sparkles as he goes deeper, deeper than his body will allow. But not deeper than a Mentat is capable of. In that same flash of light his body moves in the last moment as his mind and body synchronize perfectly to Vengeance's incoming attack, forced to a new level by necessity as he twists and avoids the stab to deliver another two knuckle light strike to the beast's side as he passes.
He's getting it now, Atticus grins as the conflict begins to rapidly escalate. Mentats can keep drawing power from mental strength and future time. It's going to be rough afterwards and it's always tough on the body mind and spirit the first time its awakened. You only have this one shot!