<span style="font-family: Cambria;"><div style="text-align: center;">Despite her attempt to look faster than most beings, the attribute of speed was more common than most liked believe it so; this lead to this male being more than capable of handling fighters who relayed on said attribute. Her movements were almost slow motion when compared to a certain Angel he once encountered “<span style="color: #004000">misogynist. That’s a pretty big word for a whore</span>” he taunted, as the knife collided with the wood beside him the male rose to his average height, a figure that left him far from intimidating whilst being hidden within the cloak only added to this claim as no features of him could be seen through its casting darkness. As she moved towards him, her deliberate slowness gave perfect way for her to watch as he reviled what laid and waited underneath the cloak; something many wish they had never seen.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #004000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lak'tuk</span></span>" a once claim voice instantly shifted into something more horrifying; rough and deep. The man’s voice thundered throughout the Pub now as he spoke words of Orc tongue that very few knew – this was followed by taunting laughter as true form took shape. Emerald hands emerged from the darkness of the cloak, in one swoop they removed the cloak from his frame and allowed it to fly from his grasp for as he did the cloak vanished from sight and thus its magic halted and before them now stood something few could say they ever saw. Easily eight feet tall and half a ton of pure muscle, before everyone now stood an Orc who displayed a confident smile whilst <span style="color: #800000">blood moon</span> optic’s fixated on the female.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #004000">Maybe if I give you a bigger target you won’t miss</span>” commenting at her aim as he grasps the knife before she did, the tooth pick easily crushed in his massive hands before it hit the ground in an unusable state. His weight alone causing the boards underneath him to begin cracking yet before he could move against her some other creature attempted to man-handle the beastly Orc only to find him an unmovable force, this fool easily dismissed as he vanished soon after. “<span style="color: #004000">Dare you strike me, even fake to do so, and you’ll end up like your knife; wench.</span>”</div></span>