Ghaleon's Stride slowed as she spoke, him listening intently to her every word. A judgemental Dragon, was there any other kind? Present company excluded for the moment, He had never known a Dragon to be anything else, either accurate or not, They always judged. In fact in some circles, Dragons were the judgement in the worlds they governed. Powerful creatures, carrying out the duties of a god in the endless expanse. Some may have even been Gods themselves. Though Ghaleon disliked them, Credit and due respect to their legend was never far from his mind. This Dragon turned woman was no exception.<br/><br/>As she spoke of the Armor, He nodded along. "Nor have I. I have seen something close to it from my home, but no were near as alien as that. It seemed sturdy and well designed, And from what I could gather actually allows full movement. So force and speed may not be of much help." He said softly, Trying to think of other options, but without the right information, there was only so much speculation he could do and still be right. "I suppose hoping that the Demon will continue her rampage and rip her apart may be our best bet. I don't want to rely on that, But then again..." He trailed off in his words, going into his own head. What other option do I have...' his inner voice sounded in his head, him falling to silence as he hurried his steps toward the north again, as if leaving the thought behind him and distancing himself from the entire affair.<br/><br/>Ghaleon turned fully to watch the dragon lady ponder his questions, As well as attempt to feel out what she could do to protect herself, Him almost glad that she couldn't breathe fire, at least one less thing he would have to worry about should she be the main target of this Godly game. He relaxed only a little until he saw what she did next, A new blade and a pretty impressive burst of strength to acquire it, his grip tightening around the hilt of his own as she offered her theory. He nodded slightly. "Tis possible, but I can't help but draw my own theory of our pairing..." He said softly, Taking a few steps away from the now armed lady and leaned back against a tree, crossing his arms.<br/><br/>"Drawing from their Appearance, and noting the personalities of each, Veleda, Our mistress, Seems to want no part in this game, gives off a gentle presence, while not weak, I can't think that she actually wanted this to happen. Then there is the Red Metaled one, Abbadon. He's angry, Crass and Overly confident. He carries a lot of the same weight of a God who relies on the hatred and pain of others to fuel his game. And then there is the Grey..." He said softly, closing his eyes and shaking his head with some annoyance. "No matter how hard I tried to pin it down, it eludes me, and he may be the most dangerous of them all. When someone cannot be read or Predicted, There is little anyone can do to stop him. It's pretty obvious as to the pairing, given what we have seen."<br/><br/>He said softly, finally looking up to Gemma, Sorrow showing in his eyes. "The demon and the Armored human, Models of evil. You and I, Our races' legendary for The mark of Purity. And the Grey... Who ties Light and Dark together. We are simply brought together by what we can represent." He said softly as the gloom in his voice remained as he pushed himself from the tree and continued walking. "Or they took their people for shits and giggles and didn't really care who was caught in the crossfire. I suppose we won't know until this damnable game is resolved." He said softly with a shrug. "Anyway, let's hope we can find a Cache soon, As good as I am with a sword, I can never be too prepared for what's to come." He said with a slight chuckle, noting how complicated this was going to get, and soon.