Celris grudgingly released the weapon and watched in awe as it flew into the HighBreed's hand. She could feel the contempt roiling off of Black, and fought her excitement over<span style="font-style: italic">seeing</span>such a rare being.<span style="font-style: italic">It kills people, calls them Lesser than itself. It's a monster, no matter how impressive.</span><br/>Celris bared her teeth when it threatened them, but it's threat was very real. Her claws couldn't hope to mar the being's armor, and she had an inkling it's strength far surpassed hers.<br/>She froze, realization dawning on her, was Black trying to recruit the thing? Oh this was gonna be fun.<br/><br/>Osbourne ignored the scorn of the LowerBreed, but with the threat of undoing the healing spell - could one do that? He wasn't well versed in magics - he paused and considered his options.<br/>As his thoughts wandered he responded, "My comrades did not abandon me. I was...attacked. I was alone. They didn't know my location..." His automaton voice was edged with puzzlement. After how many years, did no one come searching? He hadn't spotted one pair of metal wings through his watery prison during all this time...<br/>Osbourne was getting thoroughly confused, muddled in his own thoughts and trying to decide on a plan of action. Never before had he had to choose such a thing.<br/>To consider the LowerBreeds anything else than enemies was blasphemy...but did he have a choice? Could he overpower them?<br/>That question was laughable. Of course he could...if only the threat of the spell wasn't hanging over his head.<br/>The very thought of his armor returning to it's former dented, twisted,<span style="font-style: italic">imperfect</span>form filled him with a sense of disgrace and disgust. Nothing worse than being helpless, and no doubt just to spite him the Alune would kick him back into the spring.<br/>It's what Osbourne would do in this situation, though any option other than a HighBreed smiting was unheard of.<br/>He clasped his obsidian blade in his hands and glanced at the Feral. "Gratitude is not in my kinds vocabulary, LowerBreed. However, the logical course of action would be to agree with you." He managed a slight bow, noting the glimmer of curiosity in the Ferals eyes. "As for 'helping' me, that has yet to be determined. One prison for another, whether water or servitude."<br/>The Feral tilted it's head, oval ears pricked, at the minuscule amount of amusement in the HighBreed's voice, it's amazing how many thought that HigherBreed's were completely emotionless. They did lack some feelings, but not all, and that certainly did not discount a sense of humor.<br/>"I am under your service until logic dictates otherwise. I suggest you take precaution, LowerBreeds - and this is no threat - to keep your guard up and remain my equals." Again with the slight smile to his words, "More or Less."