The Orc's head was nearly taken off by a flying stool, the piece only missing because he jumped away from the Dwarf. Silver streaked from Vyre's eyes as she approached the counter and placed one hand to lean on.<span style="color: purple"> "You think I'm a bitch now? Just wait until I'm smearing the guts of my own recruits across the plaza as I beat their new training plan into them." </span>She glared into the Orc's eyes and slowly smirked. She caught the sword and looked down at the Dwarf.<span style="color: purple">"Someone with a shred of respect in this city, that's refreshing." </span>Although she was a master with the spear she still tested the sword skillfully and took up a duelist's pose before lunging at the Orc, the tip of the stick stopping inches from his forehead.<span style="color: purple">"My homeland doesn't exist outside of history books and nightmares. The sword is heavy, it'll tire someone's arm out in a few hours. Perfect."</span>She looked down at the Dwarf then back to the Orc.<span style="color: purple">"Small, pink, and covered in red hair. Not too different from my dear Ana. I'm not interested in her. I'll take eight of these and just as many shields."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>