Coralzane had begun to twist his scythe downward, when all of a sudden, the Feral lept off her bed, grabbing a sword from the nearby wall.  Coralzane smiled to himself, perhaps there would be a fight at last.  Coralzane steeped forward, raising the weapon again.  Before he could strike, the two began to argue with each other.  As it seemed, the broken Highbreed was looking to be redeemed for his past failures.<br/><br/>"My lord?"<br/><br/>Coralzane lowered the weapon briefly looking at the ruined creature.  It almost pained him to look at the sorry thing.  Almost.  Impassively, he stepped forward, ignoring the Highbreed's pleas.  He had the girl to worry about, the Highbreed was not his domain.  However, maybe he could use it to his advantage... Coralzane turned briefly to it, speaking rapidly in a tongue unheard by mortals.  "Should you ever be so lucky, mother will not be pleased.  Help me kill her and maybe.. just maybe I will consider taking you back with me."  Coralzane's head snapped back to the Feral.  Slowly he reverted to the tongue of mortals, "Feral girl, I am your demise, your pain.  See my scythe and quake in fear!"  With one fell swoop, Coralzane cut straight through the cotton cot where the Feral had slept the night before, shoving the pieces aside so that he could reach her.<br/><br/>"How can something like you be so dangerous anyway...?  You are only flesh and fur..." Coralzan found he was truly intrigued as to why they had even bothered track these beasts when they were clearly about as dangerous as a dead sand rat.<br/><br/>((Feel free to attack and do damage however you like, as long as it isn't some fatal blow.))