"Ah." Myrunue said, recoiling back and lifting her eyebrows in mock surprise, "You find my height grotesque then?"<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes as Arngrim continued to speak. When he finished, she seemed put-off. "I don't know." She answered, frankly, "If they want to, let them. I'm sure we could handle whatever they manage to drag back here."<br/><br/>The female knight looked down at him, somewhat annoyed, "That Baalim put up a pretty decent fight though, eh?" She said, using its proper name not always known to many people, "Did you see it's fucking prick?" She asked, her eyes a little too wide and her lips stretched into a smile. It was not a side of Myrunue that any of them had seen in the past week they spent travelling together... "It was almost as big as you, huh?"<br/><br/>"You know what Vwyn would say, after you'ved killed a thing you need a woman. But between you and me, I think he's a bit of a sadist." The woman quirked a smile, "Anton would rather talk with a dead girl- far be it from me to judge... and the others aren't worth talking about. So maybe you're half a man, but isn't a thrill for any man to end the life of such a splendid enemy?"