"I'm sure that'z what we all vould want, eh?" Jala scoffed openly, rolling her eyes. Her hand came down and swept across the surface of the table until finally smacking insistently against it. It did nothing to gain the attention of her peers, but she only glanced at them from underneath her eyelashes in a half-hearted glare. Her temper had begun to rise with the volume of everyone else's voice, and she had remained quiet for a while now--but she held fast on her concentration. Too long had she trained for this moment to keep calm. Her people never did well when it came to expressing opinions via words, but if someone was offering to settle this dispute by a fight, she would jump at the opportunity. She tapped the table idly with her fingers now, coming to stroke her chin with the other. Seeing the others rise to arms as well made a thought appear in her little head, and she couldn't help but entertain the thought. Ganging up on the Prince surely would mean war, and a minor victory for the continent...but...what about if they all pulled together to defeat the Slayer?<br/><br/>She scoffed inwardly, glancing sideways at the the gentleman from Britannia who had just spoken. Though Kynder had yet to encounter Britannia, their army looked promising. And so, she pushed the urge to kick the table over and start a fight down, and instead allowed her aggression to come out in words.<br/><br/>"You undereztimate our armiez," she suddenly spoke, tilting her head and glancing at the Prince questioningly. Her voice was somewhat uncomfortable, but her posture was confident--her eyes swept over the knights of Britannia once more and lingered for a moment, before glancing to everyone else, "What'z to say we kannot defeat jour country of Slayer?"<br/><br/>Next to her, Astin hummed momentarily. The scene was quickly escalating into something he'd rather not partake in. The man could hold his own in a fight, but if put up against the knights of Britannia, the Kyndran woman, or (he gulped) the one from<span style="font-style: italic">Cryx</span>, he'd surely be decimated instantly. He was<span style="font-style: italic">human</span>after all, not some death-seeking war-fiend. The only one here he could probably take in a fight would be the King who was crippled mere moments earlier. Astin was truly nothing without an army, and it probably showed. His hand came up to rub at his neck as he imagined it--his head severed from his body. Cringing, he decided to take Jala's point and run with it before a fight surely broke out.<br/><br/>"She's right," he admitted begrudgingly, gritting his teeth and ignoring the incredulous stare he received from the barbarian next to him, "You give us an option of life or death--and as much as I respect your ideal of a 'fair trade', good Prince, surely you know that it's not always that simple."