Percival walked up to the area he had set up for his two best fighters. turning the key in the lock, he took a moment to think about what he knew. Sure, Ryder may have lost her fighters, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing, because that meant he didn't know if any of her new ones were any good. after contemplating his options, he strode into the room as if he were greeting a group of very dear friends.<br/><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Salerous had been sitting on the rather nice couch, or at least nice by fighter standards, looking over at the giant that just seemed to stand there. he had been trying to initiate conversation with the Orc for two hours now, but nothing seemed to be working. he sighed. "I need real friends, not mute boulderssss." he thought as he attempted once more to get the Orc to say something. "Do you even know what I am sssssaying to you? because from all indicationsssss, you are mute and for the past two hoursssss, all I have been trying to do is be a friend." he was probably overstepping his boundaries, but then again that always seemed to work for him, so why stop now? he heard a key turn in the lock and immediately stood up as his Master strode into the room and looked first at the Orc, then at him.<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"My friends today we have a new challenge we must face," He smiled, but on him it was hard to tell a genuine smile from a scheming false one. "Ryder has lost her fighters and has had to purchase new ones, therefore I am at a crossroads," he tapped his chin as if in thought, even though he had already made a plan to begin with before entering. "you see, we don't know our opponent, so we can't exploit any weaknesses without first encountering them. Therefore I leave it up to you to decide if you want to prove yourself, or if you want to watch your comrade best his opponent."<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Salerous listened to his Master intently as there was usually something Percival left out to further his means. When he heard that they were to decide among themselves, he almost nominated himself, but then he got to thinking.<span style="font-style: italic">~If he isssss trying to persuade me, then let's sssssee him react to thisss.~</span>"I would actually like to ssssee what thisssss boulder of an Orc can do, sssssir." the Malornian hissed.<span style="font-style: italic">~maybe if he loosessss I'll get sssome real friendssss. Too bad he will die.~</span>thought Salerous.<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Percival's smile grew wider. his reverse psychology had worked perfectly on Salerous. "Malkor, I assume you have no problem in proving Salerous wrong?" without waiting for an answer he continued, "Good, you will be competing to win against Ryder's chosen misfit." He always did love to make fun of Ryder's fighters behind her back.