I'M HEADED STRAIGHT TO THE CASTLE; (ignore)

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NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Looking up as Elsweyr approached, a rumbling chuckle left Aurum, and he shook his head, "You should know better than to judge by appearances, Elsweyr. Underestimating your opponent like that will get you killed." Turning his one eyed gaze then towards Stheno, a harsh bit of laughter left the angel, hid voice coming out in a rough hiss, "Lead from a distance. God, shut up, twat. It's a good thing that Stryker only gave you fake power here instead of actually putting anything in his group seriously on the line. The Coalition would fall apart in a day if you were in charge." He felt no regret in his vicious words, still not intimidated in the slightest by the temporary "leader." She had venom, but what was special about that? He had dealt with venomous beasts before, and Stheno was clearly more bite than bark. All she did all day was sit around, glaring and hissing at others instead of being a "leader." Frankly, Aurum hoped this fight ended up resulting in her death.

With his tail coming to rest on his paws, the lion made himself comfortable to watch the show, calling encouragingly, "I hate you Palmclanners as much as the next guy, but get her! Don't let anyone judge you based off your injuries. Trust me, I've had to deal with it before." He then let out a whistle as Medusa went charging forward, one blue eye blazing. The former proxy had dealt with injuries like Medusa's in the past, although he had circumstances that helped him with healing a bit faster. He could only hope that Medusa wasn't speaking empty words, and that she was going to give Stheno a run for her money. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.