Well, now that the companions were here, Borba and her gang of misfits would definitely need help. They were crude fighters really, nothing short of a barbarian who could swing a weapon around and hiss at you when injured. That was the thing with most warriors, always putting themselves at a disadvantage by keeping at arms reach. Which is why Lucan was at a proper place, sitting over the edge of the well, to play with his object of attention. Still though she had much too much work to pay this other vampire mind, she was certain Lucan would take care of him. She just did not want to imagine now. Odd, there was... What was she doing here? Lady Verain? Someone higher up from the court than that twinkle-toed mage. Did Lucan know of this? [color=00a651]"Focus on the dogs! Skin their pelts for some new rugs!"[/color] The orc amazon rallied up her forces with a battle cry before having at it with one of the so-called companions who was foolishly within reach of her, sparing no mercy per her orders and leaving only a batter mess of a man, broken bits of bone piercing the top of the head while a caved in face bashed by brutal force at least three times left only a mangled tongue lolling down the throat. After the brutal display of her ability, striking the man down, throwing him on the floor and mercilessly finishing him off, she turned to their leader. [color=00a651]"You must be the Alpha. I'll make you into a pair of boots."[/color]

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[color=bc8dbf]"I could ask the very same question to you. A tall, dark and handsome vampire appears here during our mission with some delectably beefy arms... Planning to use the to swing his sword no doubt. You're not one of us, I'd remember seeing a face like that..."[/color] If Borba was within earshot of this, she would have gagged and nearly vomited. Not at Lucan's flirtatious admiration of whoever this male vampire was that seemed to warrant enough of his attention, but rather his choice of words given his dining habits: delectably beefy. [color=bc8dbf]"But since you asked nicely, come a little closer, and I'll tell you who I am. Or I guess you can return to the fray with those dogs now, and I'll enjoy the rear view just as well...[/color] Lucan's words dripped with poisoned honey, that which would lure the flies into their doom, sweet and tempting but ever so dangerous in the venom that was his enchanting magics. Reality would appear to bend a little whenever dealing with Lucan, for the magus commanded both Alteration and Illusion magicks. What was real? What was false? Either are inverted, your mind shorting through the haze which was Lucan's spellcraft and wordplay.