Grinning, though with his wraps no one could tell, Akribos nodded to the younger Elf, well younger than himself at least. Pushing the handshake up to here their hands gripped each others forearms for a proper general's shake. Smirking loudly as the Elf said the words 'A warrior’s respect is accepted and being a warrior as well as mage it is returned in kind.' with such offered peace though with a blade behind his back. Well not a blade for the Elf rather the way the air smelled when magic was at work, the way his body tingled when it happen around him. Glaring at the Elf he laughed with his next comment. "Offer the hand of the Trojan's eh sir? Keeping your posturing to yourself, I haven't exactly come to beat a mage in front of Hades' wife's servant's now. I don't get out of hell much as you can tell, so why don't we just say I would like to stay out, even if it is just to beat the Sarian's down to the ground and watch them bleed out." Akribos inwardly laughed at the way he sounded, he often found it funny how the Greek's spoke, and when they threatened others with their feminine features and likewise voices.<br/><br/>Looking the Elf over he motioned his hand to him as he released the shake. "I can see where the elf would look first though, the women always catch the eye's that wander, I prefer the ones that you can pay to get rid of. They are often much better than the offers of the rather annoying wives of today. Although it is not my place to say much else on the lady, she can pick who she would enjoy waiting for the upcoming battle here. Assuming she even knows there is going to be one."<br/><br/>Akribos turned his head quickly towards the small man speaking in the now Spanish accent of some kind, funny thing that he didn't pick up on it right away until now, he was busy with making sure the big fuck you was stamped firmly on his forehead so they wouldn't ask much. After all, Turael said watch them for now, battle would come soon. Akribos walked slowly towards his shield and picked it up before driving his spear tip up into the ground as the back end also had a smaller spear head. He felt the young man's anger towards him already, but to outright say it within ten feet of him. The bastard wanted respect, he would give him a beating of respect. Gritting his teeth he walked towards the man holding his shield by the arm sheath inside that he had made for himself, his blood pumping as he stopped just behind him towering over him.<br/><br/>"All bark? Well pardon me sir, allow me to show you how when I was alive we would treat whelps eh?" Grabbing the man in a blur of motion, another gift from his old Titan god, he lifted him up almost gently as he held him directly infront of his face by the back of his vest, grabbing it by the arm holes causing it to grip tight on his arms so he wouldn't fall through it as he gripped it with his large hand. "Listen up whelp, pout like a child and then talk about the big new scary guy right while he is standing a short ten feet away, well sir, you might just find yourself in Tartarus along side me for the rest of your existence. Now mind your manner and cheer up, you might find it good to have me around when the blood starts, because there will be plenty of it...."<br/><br/>Slowly lowering the young man back on his feet he let go of his vest and glared at him while he kept his shield to the side, his sword now exposed on his left hip with his shield next to it on his left arm. "Try to open that Spaniard mouth of yours in disrespect again, and I assure you that I will find you after this duty is over before Hades brings me back to hell, eh?" Nodding to the woman behind him he laughed lightly while looking at the two of them, "Cute would be the word one would use here eh? Yeah, definitely cute, describes a rather odd pairing of innocence and a virgin, trust me lady he ain't the innocent one. "