Roll Call

He had never been in a siege before. Raids? Sure. But he'd heard stories of sieges and how much worse they could be. The stakes were often higher in a siege and all sorts of shit could happen. From simple dominance and maim fights, to more severe maims, kidnappings, and even deathmatches...He could only imagine the carnage that a siege might carry, though he listened to the magenta wolf talk about taking cues, Ifrit wasn't going to take those chances. What if Manea and Alastor weren't around at the moment and someone came at him with more malicious intentions? He'd rather kill the bastard or take a body part before he let someone get the jump on him...He glanced around, and it seemed everyone else was quiet, too. Not a very talkative bunch, were they? He wasn't sure who was sticking around to practice fighting, but when he saw others starting to leave, he took that as a cue to go, too. He had other things to do, and didn't really feel like pulling punches with someone who equally didn't really look like they wanted to be here. "Thank you for the lesson, it was very informative." He nodded to Relm before turning and taking his leave.

"Speech"