The Zarakon did not bother to get the gore out from between his carapace plates, or off of his bladed limbs. No better warpaint that blood to show your skill at killing. Following after Cero, he kept his blades primed, ready and willing to prove himself to the others. There was bad blood between his kind and, well frankly, everyone else, but if a Zarakon could be trusted for one thing, it was loyalty to it's cause. Killing the Morphos and Converted and not dying was a cause one could trust.