Drachon's eyes flared open in shock and some anger as the anithrope put an arrow into his chest. Thankfully his elven armor had caught the arrow, and despite the direct shot, it did no harm. The elf felt every muscle in his body tensed as she had the audacity to raise a blade pointed towards his throat. Drachon took a deep breath to calm himself when the female snatched the arrow from his cuirass, the elf bit his tongue in order to keep his rage from speaking for him.<br/><br/>It took all the will the elf had in order to keep from blows with the anithrope, as she had the nerve to spit in his direction and speak to him in such a condescending matter "<span style="font-style: italic">If the elf wishes to run, the elf can run. Kyosera will see this through</span>" Drachon felt his hand, which had wandered to the hilt of his blade, tighten around the hilt in a white knuckle grip. What gave this creature the right to look down on him as if he was lesser than her. The tip of her blade was a few inches from his throat, in one movement the elf could have drawn his blade and met her, steel to steel. He was well trained in patience though, and soon the grip on his blade's hilt relaxed, though it never left.<br/><br/>Finally the fox anithrope sheathed her blade, and Drachon's hand left his hilt as she spoke in the same condescending matter as before "<span style="font-style: italic">Well?What will the elf do?</span>" Drachon took one more deep breath to steady himself, though the anger could still be sensed in his tone "You should count yourself lucky on two accounts, one be that I am patient for my kind, as any other self respecting elf would have came to blows with you by now." It could be seen in the elf's eyes that he was struggling to control the angry in his voice, yet his tone remained steady "Two that I cannot afford to fight with one I would hope to be an ally, no matter how lowly they may be." Some of the aloofness famous in elves could be sensed in this last phrase, and Drachon could not help but relish the chance to give the anithrope some of the condescension that she so readily gave.<br/><br/>Some of his anger finally sated, Drachon calmed down "Fight them if you will, and so I would have you do, but you may wish to engage them deeper in the forest." The elf pointed towards the darkness of the forest "The trees grow wider and farther apart, which would separate them if they travel in a group, which they no doubt will, and it will be easier to handle them one at a time, if they are what I fear they are." Drachon leveled his eyes with the anithrope and locked gazes with her, his own cold and steely "So what say you, will you fight alone, or fight as my ally?" All of the anger had left Drachon, and was now replaced by a cold certainty, there was going to be a fight one way or the other, and he knew it.