Fallen from Grace

He would find comfort in the fact that the lands upon which he stood had not been claimed, and he would certainly find some sort of relief that the brute that had come face to face with him wasn not a man of malevolence, yet if he were, he was putting up quite the show. Collision would bow his head to the other in a show of respect, not for hierarchial reasons, more so just because nobility was in his nature and he was not one to digress from such things just because events in his life had been particularly unfortunate.

Deteste, and interesting name, Collision found it to be synonymous with hatred though and was quite curious as to why someone would name their child something so akin to hate. Surely there was a story behind it, and the tale was none of collision's business, thus he carried on with business as per usual, "Pleased to meet you, I am Collision Adravendi," He would push himself to speak, emitting a small grunt, before words would be lost on him. He was not going to be pretend he didn't miss saying it, but fact of the matter remained -he was no longer the leader of Valhalla and for him to pretend to be, well, it was foolish and pathetic.