Simple and Clean

Ashiel glared at the woman, his voice slipping from between his teeth sharp and low. "Have care how you speak. That is my god you're talking about and I would happily rend your tongue from your skull for those words but I'm feeling… gracious today." He pondered her question though all the same and his brow furrowed at the doubt that seemed to blossom unbidden in his chest. "I believe my family and the miracles they have told me. My uncle killed the alpha of Dragoste. Took him out in one move, a single bite. We are gifted and blessed. There are countless stories I could tell you. But before you ask if I bleed as that is such a common question amongst you mortals, I do. We are bound to mortal form until we fulfill our destiny and ascend." Ashiel drew himself up, his chest thrust out, tail held high in a dominant position that was also intentionally threatening. The woman was fit and well built but he was tall and bigger and a year of experience wasn't enough to scare him though as she mentioned that she was the leader of Talis' fighting forces Ashiel felt suddenly unsure. She'd be a strong opponent either way. "Well… I'm afraid I don't have any advice for you but I would be curious just to see how skilled you really are in battle." He moved across from her, leaving ten feet between them as he set his defenses, gazing questioningly at her. Did she dare to battle the godling?

"Talk"