With a furrowed brow, Olalla swayed into his next few steps to the side now. "Words are beginnings," he replied, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Are they not?"

With sturdy paws, the beast took a few exaggerated, oddly slow steps forward, only stopping when the scaled creature turned its attention back to him. A bit rude. A smaller voice crackled from within the crowed, a small bee-like creature with a screechy voice. A test run. As much as he hated agreeing to anything smaller than himself, for good reason, he had to admit. The bee-like creature did have brains; how well it used them, one could only guess. Quite like it did. Olalla nodded, looking back to the larger creature with defiant twinkle in his eyes, aware of what authority they have within the Pitt. Well, had.

Olalla turned to the Pittians once again, holding now a sense of pride that stuck within his barrel chest; speaking loud and clear for all to hear. " Experiance, " remarked he, with a little clearing of his throat; now eyeing the fairly well kept felidae. " Experiance is derived from common sense. Identity and value drive behavior, and behavior is birthed from common sense. From instinct." Olalla gave a slight roll of his shoulder, a sort of humph in his demeanor towards the cat; taking a small liking to him with only a mere raising of a brow and flaunting of shoulder.


"If it as duel that must prove to you my worth," he said hesitantly, gawking now at the sheer size of the copper beast. "Then so be it. But know this, Olalla declared as he turned back to the large beast. " That if i am to win, a greater Pitt will be born. I propose and promise a greater empire of better housing, better regard of impression, better allies that will aid us in battle," he announced as he looked now to the crowd. He may not have had an army but he does, however, had relations in place. " What better to ally with than the less expecting groups such as the Emerald Isles? They've grown quite the numbers, almost that of the Coalition. The Pitt has been looked down on for far too long," Olalla straightened his demeanor, standing tall now with a regal expression. " It's time for The Pitt to rise up from the sands of hell to its truer form. Its real form. A Pitt that kneels to no one group and shows no restraint. An Alcatraz for those whom fall, a gentle cull for the weak, and a haven for the strong."

He turned to the beast now, his face held downward with his eyes glaring up to the beast, a thick smile slithering across his face; Olalla coiled in the copper reptile's path like a sickening rattlesnake. Renlys could either be an ally within the dawning of a new age or be forgotten in the setting of the sun; the deadening, Olalla will reign on, or he would die from the hands of the throne, not to the fire of a beast stuck in the past, waiting for a commander that would never come back for him. Those stuck in the past will stay in the past, his eyes would look on.