[sblock=OoC] the Giant male Gnoll is going to get verbally mauled! By what amounts to a perverbeal mouse! XD
Also I was asking if he had it in hand and I’ll just assume he is no longer wounded[/sblock]
The last thing he could recall was being mauled, to death, by the cat and then reparing else were, this gave him a few options: he was about to die and was simple having a dream of no consequence, he had been summoned and healed to some strange land, his mind was yanked away to who knew were, or he was already dead and his cropes was brought back to the Gholl camp and the Gholl shaman was calling on its ancestors and or gods to revive him. But that hardly mattered at the moment.
‘Great more, and even stupider, Gnolls…’ Alexander thought while the foolish one interrupted the friendly one that sounded like she had a functional brain.
Alexander did not partially enjoy the jester; he arched his browns and narrowed his eyes at the thing, before looking up at were, he assumed, the face of the one who dared rise a weapon, or rather point down, a weapon at him before moderately rising his right brow as if questioning the sanity of the one who had just threatened him.
“Cause bloodletting, or put thy glorified stick away; my temperament is not well enough that I will endure foolish posturing for the amusement of others, regardless of who they be or who thee be!” Alexander began unimpressed by something so large acting like he was a threat
“And how observant thee are! Yes, a man! And look at this!” he continued while motioning to the weapon that was, because of its great size, comically unsuited to fighting him “a spear!” he added while feigning horror, very badly, and looking at it again, brows still arched.
Alexander posed briefly before looking back to the rather brutish figure he was about to berate further. “I shall say, I’m very underwhelmed by thee, have thee no pride at all? I dear say I’m not the size of thy hand and yet thee react as if I’m an immediate threat so deadly that the only reasonable action is to aim thy weapon at me simply because I have wandered here; For this I pity thee, thy lake of self-confidence seems to only be bettered by thy lack of intellect and manners.” he yapped onwards while growing a very slight grin, but still very much annoyed by the foolish figure.
“Or do you assume thee the only one here with any eyes at all? Do thee think thy companion blind and only choose fights with things thee can step on without breaking stride? If so I deeply pity thy apparent lack of valor and over abundant cowardice.” He belittled the veiled figure further.
“And in case thee has not noticed, thy girth dos not invoke fear, because thy actions seem to speak of thy fear, meanwhile the maiden’s words, the ones she has been allowed to speak, while meant to reassure have spoken volumes; I should fear Her and not Thee.” he commented further and flatly, with a tingle of enjoyment seeping through his voice. “I should fear her and not thee because while thee see me as a threat she seems me as something so weak next to her that she believes that I will be immediately afraid of her simply because of awe, and thee, thee act like I’m, at least, thy equable in terms of might.”
Alexander raised a brow, as if questioning if the over blow Gnoll, its weapon, weren’t in fact nothing more than a harmless illusion.
“Thus I shall say, Prove my accusations correct and attempt to strike me down, or put that shaft, that thee seem to treat as worthy only enough to hunt rabbits with, and let the lady whom thee have so ruddy interrupted, without cause nor need, speak.” Alexander prattled on before giving a summation “it’s up to thee; destroy thy honor, or act civilized before both your kin and a wanderer who still has no clue what is going on.” He finished while turning towards were he assumed the female voice sounded from, his eyes were still narrowed, do to the brightness, but he allowed his brows to ease.
he really did not care if had just incurred the wrath of a god: if it was a god it obviously was not his and as such it might be choosing a fight with one of its peers by assaulting him, and given how threatened it was by a mere mortal the risk of fighting a god did not seem like something the being before him would do over a loudmouth, and if it was going to smite him for being a loudmouth: it was going to smite him sooner or later any way, and if not, he might have just made a fool of a god and talked down to it like it was a mere child.
How could he resist doing that?
And in any case he did not feel as much threatened by it as annoyed by its foolishness.
