Thyhgor's patience had been put to a serious test during the last moments. The Oni's already feeble attention had been continuously distracted from his attempts to parlay by his companion's rambunctious behavior. The Naga had let herself be eaten so easily, and since the Oni had a taste of her, she would be far harder to persuade to support his plan ... And THEN, in front of his reptilian eyes, the oni got stabbed. Possibly to death.<br/><br/>That wasn't good. Disa was clearly moody and umpredictable, but ... malleable. With the right choice of words and another little time, he was sure he could have turned her into a valuable and almost controllable asset for his plan.<br/>But this newcomer ... She looked definitely smart. Flattering, rethoric and promises wouldn't have bought her, he was sure of it. He had to elaborate a new plan... and unlike with the previous, he had little time, a less suggestible character to deal with, and absolutely no information about her. Disa had very conveniently shouted out her dream of becoming a hero, and that was something easy to work on. Would this other one have the same weakness, too?<br/><br/>The reptile's gaze runs quickly to Johan, then again to the feline.<span style="font-style: italic">How dangerous can that be</span>? In their homeworld, he would have snatched such a dainty figure with a laugh and showed it into his gullet without a second thought. But yet again, in their world he would have looked at Disa as a peer at most, not as an invincible monster to cut a deal with.<span style="font-style: italic">That's why I hate those supernatural beings, </span>he grumbles in his mind,<span style="font-style: italic">You can never be sure</span>.<br/>Taking a few seconds to concentrate, he gives out a brief hiss of frustration. She fell Disa with one hit. Well, she had caught her almost by surprise, and while the Oni offered great display of a frankly terrifying stregth, that didn't necessarily imply she had to be as much tough ... but, to be honest, she was very likely to be. Thygor's clawed hand clutches his still wounded shoulder. She's surely confident enough to act that smugly in front of a numerous and armed group. That must account for something, too, he ponders.<br/><span style="color: #00BF80"><br/>"Very well, hunter,"</span>he hisses at last, seemingly coming to a resolution.<span style="color: #00BF80">"I was<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span> trying to make an offer to that Oni, but I'm not too picky. You might be -<span style="font-style: italic">hssss</span>- cut for the job too,"</span>he continues, putting up a confident and smug grin himself. It was important to choose words correctly. It had to sound like an offer for her, not a deal to save his own hide.<span style="color: #00BF80">"This<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> war you're fighting ... Do you like it? Do you like the pross<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>pect of rotting in its trenches for the remainder of your exists<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>ence, until something bigger snatches you for supper? Disa wanted to become a <span style="font-style: italic">-sssssh</span> -hero, a legend. Do you want the same? Because, from the <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>scale of magnitude of the fights I've already seen, I doubt anything <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>short of a <span style="font-style: italic">god</span> could make the records in this slaughterhouse."  </span>He inhales loudly, looking straighly in her eyes.<span style="color: #00BF80">"You can continue to<span style="font-style: italic"> ssss</span>slit throats until <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>something puts a sword trhough your<span style="font-style: italic"> ssss</span>stomach or your pretty face in their jaws<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>. And then you'll be forgotten, like the ... how many? Millions<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>? that have rotten on this battlefield. No memory, no legacy. If that'<span style="font-style: italic">hssss</span> what you want, I have nothing to offer you,"</span>he grits his teeth,<span style="color: #00BF80">"except perhaps<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> a dance of blades, if you still cons<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>ider me or my companions<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> as walking meals<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>. And even in that case, I'd <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>suggest you to not underestimate this old, rusty sword of mine ... or the thighnes<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span> of my guts,"</span>the monster snarled, taking another pause.<span style="color: #00BF80">"Or perhaps<span style="font-style: italic">sss </span>you could listen to my offer. Which, by the way, includes mortals to feas<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>t upon. More than you will ever be able to pack in your belly. A whole world of them, to be ex<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>act."</span><br/><br/>[I'm somehow attempting both Intimidate, to persuade her we're not as squishy and easy as we actually ar*AHEM*seem to be, and Diplomacy, to entince her with my plan. ANyway, just in case, Thygor is being completely onest on his offer - he's not trying to beguile her or anything:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/324211">Intimidate</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">20</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/324212">Diplomacy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span><br/>We're so doomed. THe only remaining option is to sneak awa...Oh.]