Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (14)
"I don't know why you're calling me a demon when you're that fucking large. You might as well have a mountain condensed into each muscle… I can hardly penetrate my senses through that thick amount of flesh you have."
"There is no need to sense my heartbeat or breathing patterns. You are bound to lose so at least go out with honor… unless you aren't a real noble," The man spoke down on me, the surrounding dark elves staring at me with malicious eyes. Clearly, they were rooting against me…
Gripping the sword in my hand, I walked towards him, my free hand out for a handshake. Quickly, using the same techniques that Orion used, I switched myself into a more friendly manner, my entire being exuding a likable and friendly take on my mannerism.