It hadn't been very comfortable being stuck under Bishons arm, being so close to the under arm scent was not something that the young T'Skrang wanted to repeat any time soon. he just didn't seem to have the sweet smell his daughter always appeared to have.<br/><br/>Much to his relief the young T'Skrang was soon removed from the constraint of the head lock and pushed towards the others, the smile on his face was broad and filled with relief and he almost ran over to his freinds and stood in front of the Troubadour.<br/><br/>"So then Elder one, you failed to enjoy the little romp you so easily manipulated us into?" Xholkrox asked as he rubbed his bruised knuckles, the blows he had rained down on Brendon and his freinds still reverberating through his body.<br/><br/>"Pray now you tell us why you chose us to defeat in so easily a fashion, perhaps you wished to show the rest just how dashing and daring do the T'Skrang are when they fight foes worthy of their skills.?"