What's the Worst That I Can Say?

Pyralis let out a chuckle. "Perhaps some day we should test that theory. We have warriors to train, I'm sure a friendly tournament between our family and your warriors would be enjoyable." She did not know what Amon would think of training with the mortals but it was a thought. They were expendable in her opinion and could be used as training fodder. Who knew, perhaps one of them might prove a worthy opponent for the god kin.

Dragon spoke of his eyes and she wondered if perhaps he was bluffing. Feigning more sight than he actual had in hopes of still appearing intimidating. It was hard to believe he could still see through that mess. The talk of a raid caught her attention. My, my, wasn't he a bold one? Her expression turned more serious at the mention of the maiming. She wouldn't have struck the mortals for being quite this violent but in hindsight that was incredibly foolish of her. She'd seen much in her wandering and she knew well that mortal cruelty could easily match that of herself and her kin. "Sounds like quite the violent affair. Is this how you mortals typically conduct such business or was there something more personal between you and this Celestial?" The mention of his own kin maiming him had her wondering if this was some sort of internal family affair. A rivalry for power or something of the like.

She continued to walk through the plains, enjoying the unusual company as the moonlight passed over the castle that grew bigger with each stride. "Well, for one thing, I wouldn't lose." She winked at Dragon and chuckled to herself, her blazing confidence and pride was not easily dimmed but she shrugged lightly. "It is a difficult question and it hinges on two things. One, did I do something to deserve it? I am not… always an ideal cog in my family's machine. Sometimes I am brash and ill fit and I am aware of these shortcomings… but I can not imagine myself committing a crime great enough for such a punishment. However, if it came to pass I would accept the punishment." What would that mean though? To be a blind Abraxas? Would she even be allowed to live? "I suspect though that such weakness would mean that I would then be killed so there would not be much point in worrying over it. However, if I had the opportunity, I would seek vengeance. If I felt it was unjust I would retaliate without hesitation though naturally it would be to the shadowy arts or through some underhanded means. I am not fool enough to try another head-on battle."

She paused as the wind picked up speed, rolling the dark clouds above her and blocking the moon. "The second would depend if my opponent was worthy of respect. We all respect some of our family members more than others. If one I felt I was superior to simply 'got lucky' then I would feel that vengeance would be in order to salvage my name and reassert myself. Again, this all assumes I would be allowed to live in such a crippled body. I would expect my brother would slay me and allow me to be set free." It may have seemed brutal but they were on a mission and there was no room for dead weight. If Amon didn't kill her she'd die of shame.

Pyralis let out a chuckle and turned to Dragon with a wicked grin. "Since we have the esteemed alpha of Talis in our midsts, how about a tour of the castle while the night is still young?"