"I am sure he is perfectly competent," Benedict says, "It was not my intention to suggest otherwise but no matter how skilled or martially sound, we are still walking into a place where mortals do not tread."  He glances at Orlando, "Was more a mild hopeful suggestion.  Before we depart, I feel that I should be completely frank about my own abilities."  He leans forward, clasping hands, his gentle blue eyes crinkling at the corner as he continues to hold a pleasant smile.  "I said that I was a Witch Hunter and an Alchemist, in my hunt of the mysteries of my craft, have developed a particular serum that enhances and intensifies my personal abilities to a superhuman level.  I grow in size and multiply in strength,  but it comes at the cost of my higher functions.  I take on aspects of a beast, both in body and mind, and though powerful can be a threat to those around me.  It has, in the past, been in others benefit to form a temporary bond with a gifted user of magic to control these rages so there is no collateral damage.  I was hoping for a volunteer."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>