Draiss stared at the young lord, before slowly shaking his head. "I know youth is wasted on the young, but this is redonkulous. Not even ridiculous, redonkulous. Those who do NOT wish to need the help of the very clerics they came to destroy should stand down now. You, you foolish youth, are still going to get an ass kicking to be sung about for ages, because clearly you haven't ever heard of the first rule. Never fight an older person who is softly smiling."<br/><br/>Two minutes later, the entire force was one their sides and backs, groaning in pain and feebly trying to move, Draiss having merely added insult to injury by not using either his dragontaur form's tail blade or the spear, only fighting physically with his off hand and his fore limbs. The young male lordling was currently pinned under Draiss, both of his shoulders dislocated, as Draiss explained a few things to him. "And furthermore, how are they supposed to pay taxes when they don't get tithes, and why should they when they are only nominally on the lands your father claimed? He was both wise and smart by not requiring the temple to tithe, as everything here is only for the temple, and they forage for the supplies they need."<br/><br/>He grinned at the young male, before reaching down and idly scratching his nose. "And finally, let me reiterate rule one. Never engage any older person when they are alone, barely armed, outnumbered, and yet STILL smiling at you. It is a good way to meet the gods you nearly angered in person, and I would be very interested, and amused, to hear you try to explain this to them. Be glad the high priestess asked me to show mercy and not kill anyone, otherwise you would be already talking to them."<br/><br/>He picked the young male's nose, and flicked the booger off his finger before wiping himself on his fur. "Now, you run back home, and try not to come back without proper respect, because I might still be here. Kapeesh?"