Akor smirked lightly at himself the reactions from the female krogans companions were downright humorous to him. First the Asari slut which he simple glanced at, true, she had a fine figure. But beyond that was nothing more but a filthy blue biotic, and he hated biotics with a passion. Yet a smirk on his lips still noticing her behavior, if they ever would meet up face to face he would grant her a long gruesome death if he could.<br/>However he much more preferred it to do that with the Turian instead, not only would the crunching sound of his body armor be delightful in his ears it would also make sure he'd never had to listen to such a tirade ever again.<br/><br/>The only reason he let the turian standing was because he was weary of all the mercs around them and the fact Gavin was speaking up.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Next time mate.” </span>was all he granted the turian in answer grabbing a hold of his shoulder in an attempt to shove him aside as he was more interested in what Gavin had to tell.<br/><br/>As the crowd roared up it took a moment for Akoraan to notice the female krogan was speaking up again, he'd turn around in response to once more gaze at her with sheer disgust still.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“What?</span>”<br/>And he was answered a plenty.<br/><br/>As he listens to her his previous idea of a bet resurfaced within his mind again and a grin settled upon his face. Though he would have suggested it more subtle then she did, he could not help but admire the bluntness of this female. Yet that thought quickly faded as he listened on and his grin faded as he heard her side of the bet, last thing he was going to do was to fuck another krogan.<br/>A inner laugh ringed in his mind, she clearly thought he had some desire to mate being clan less. Yet he never had such desire, when he was a mere toddler all he saw was his “mother” crying over all his dead brothers and sisters. The last thing he wanted was to weep over his lost sons and daughters due a turian weapon.<br/>He nodded once and as if it reinforce his agreement, spat down a large spittle next to her.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Fine, winner gets all, loser can serve his battlemaster.” </span>He said in a dead calm voice not a hint of the disgusting thought of doing another male seemingly bothering him.<br/><span style="color: SeaGreen"><br/>
“You're with me, “brother”. A lot is at stake here and though I'd smack you for not wearing any kind of armor it will have to do for now.”<br/>
“Suppose dem gauntlets can block a shot or two..” </span>he muttered amused right after.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“As for quadnuts, thats a reason to kill the person for. Its Akoraan, now lets go!”<br/>
</span><br/>His idea was simple clearly the human that just called him “quadnuts”, this making him admire her courage for even daring to say it, had a idea on the whereabouts and he always enjoyed leaving the planning to others. Once there though he'd take over and would eagerly show his tactical expertise he had gained over the years of getting Vorcha to act less stupid.<br/>Gesturing for the bare chested krogan to follow, he was fumbling with the grenades he had just bought.<br/><br/>It took him a few moments to join up with her but as he did, his arms suddenly went wide his hands letting go of two small bundles of grenades amongst the crowd.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Suggest you keep running.”</span>He added with a wink, already having grabbed for his Avenger next.<span style="color: SeaGreen"> “Gonna be a good old chaos when those pop..” <br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh and..” glancing over her weapon. “Nice gu--.”</span><br/><br/><b>THUMB</b><br/><br/>The noise cracked through the air as sudden gusts of thick smoke rumbled like a wave over the crowd upon the plaza. Akoraan made a mental note to kill the volus if they would ever meet again and carried on. Keeping a eye on the human he'd simple took it for granted the bare chested one would follow in pursuit and if not, tough luck.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>