A nuisance? A low threat, only disregarding your words and that rotten place you inhabit?
Did you forget the Corsairs that mangled you creatures all these centuries?

It looks like the Brotherhood did not give you the beating you need.
Now, the Reapers change that, bathe in your blood and harvest you for the great devourer's thirst.

You made a terrible mistake.
Run around, tell the others, tell your friends and foes. Steel your defiance and resist the best you can. Make us enjoy your end's suffering.
The great harvest began.

Death is coming for you.