<strong>High Orc, Balthus</strong>| HP: 3 MP: 1 | OT: 0/70 | GP: 0/100 | Bond: 50%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">H</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">er question as to why only made the Orc scoff, rather loudly, while she was busy looking up and down his frame. The Orc could see what she was inferring to. His strength. Which only made the Orcs body naturally flew, showing off, while the Orc shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"No. Strength good. But not good enough. Strength useless against someone fast. Need speed to catch prey. Need wisdom to be ahead of prey."</strong> The Orc grunted out the words while looking down at her. The Orc had obviously noticed that the swarming mass of butterflies behind her had stopped. Not to mention the sudden sensation of danger the Orc had. Would she attack if the Orc told her it was to capture Goddess? The Orc assumed she would.<br/><br/>No. It wasn't that the Orc assumed she would attack him but rather that the only real response was to take him. Yet the Orc refused to let her know. Had it been before the Orc would have clearly taunted her with the knowledge that if she helped him, he would use it to humiliate more Goddess. But now, it was the opposite. The Orc refused to tell her simply so that it might get more <em>speed</em>, or wisdom, if it kept it's reasons to itself and only gave her vague answers.</span>