He froze, slowly turning his hooded head to regard the woman. "You..." His voice drolled, "You, are Morroja? You, are the unbeaten?" Suddenly, the creature threw it's head back, laughing loud in a harsh tone. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" The hood falling back to reviel what we was, a Rockflayer with a shell the color of unpolished crome, two more of hte jagged crystals protruding from his head, sweeping back like horns. The glow of his eyes narrowed as he glared at her... Practically salavating. "Yesss... This shall be a fight... This shall be GLORY!"<br/><br/>Slowly, he crouched, spreading his feet to a shoulder's width apart. Movement under the cloaks implied of how he was readying himself... "Now, Draw steel, Orc..." Crouching further into his fighting stance... Did not seem to care for the near fifteen feet of distance between them. Her... His whole world revolved around her... Such was the way of battle, the beauty and horror of it... His fate was in her hands, and her in his...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>