<div class="floatright">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2lu2h4h.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Kairon</span></strong><br/>HP: 31/31, Init +6, Saves: 4/2/5<br/><hr/><br/>The Tiefling, for his part, seemed very miffed at having been saddled with your group. After all, here he was the epitome of evil incarnate, wielding shadow and hellfire, smiting the guilty and the innocent alike. And they sent him a cow. The girl was hot, pun potentially intended, though he doubted his own hide and innate resistance to fire would be enough to get him close enough to her to make it matter that she was attractive. Their third member just looked odd. There wasn't much of a way to express the feeling Kairon got about the man, wrapped as he appeared to be. He approached the group, a little more confidence in his step than was perhaps his due, and scoffed.<br/><br/>"Really? I am meant to aid these...", he faltered for a moment, trying to find a word that would fully embody the dislike he was already developing for them, "beings?" Not the best insult, but he didn't quite have a word for such a mismatched amalgam of ugly, sexy, and odd. His displeasure was clear. "La. Keep things off me and I will destroy them utterly and wholly. Should anything touch me, I make no claim that I can avoid harming you. Are we in accord?" His wings fluttered idly, emphasizing his impatience, while his tail swished to and fro in agitation. He had planned to fight one on one, as was his specialty. Groups were problematic, groups in which he was supposed to not harm someone, doubly so. His aim lacked and his precision was nonexistant, he was a force.<br/><br/>There was no weapon on his person, nor was there any sign that his clothing was magical, he appeared to be unarmed. As such things went, the fact he was unarmed in an arena would tend to lead one to believe that he had some variety of weaponry at his disposal. Not to mention the bravado, which led one to believe he was confident for a reason.