@quanalil
Scoffing, Quanalil rolls his eyes at this remark.
As Manarion continues, however, his expression curls into an equally sinister grin. He liked the way this old mer thought.
“I quite agree. They won’t know what hit them~” he purrs, fingers curling and uncurling in anticipation
Sure enough, just around the bend in the road, a group of what initially appears to be Imperial soldiers is emerging from the brush. The apparent leader- an orc- catches sight of the approaching elves and straightens up.
“You there! Uh... citizens. This area is off limits.”
A low, rumbling growl is all the reply Quanalil received as Manarion strode forward, eyes locked on his newest target like a wolf on its prey. Although there was very little that was wolfish about Manarion. He was a dragon, through and through.
He blinked once at the comment, tilting his head in an almost menacingly playful manner, before he struck like a snake. He brought up his shield swiftly, bashing the orc in the face with all his strength, while his other hand drew his sword. All in a practiced, smooth movement that was quicker then most people could register.
“I think I have had it with people telling me my limits.” He snarled, voice rumbling with the Thu’um.