[center][color=#fff79a][h3][U][B]Raelis Vaerkturian[/B][/U][/h3][/color][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpxtuUQ28UM]Theme[/url][/b][/center][hr]
A nod, something understandable, or had that been coincidence, he thought. Then, his illusions were cast aside as a series of ordered sounds exited the creature's mouth, and so he summarily became a being, in the knight's eyes, rather than a mere monster. His translator started its work, and seeing as the creature had demonstrated understanding of body language. Raelis made a circular gesture with his hand, motioning the great being to go on. After listening for a moment more and compiling more examples of the language, his translator settled, notifying him--and him alone--that the translation was finished.

He spoke, his translator notifying him that the creature had told him its name. He bowed his head briefly, though he kept his gaze on the creature at all times. It seemed both of them were poised for combat should it become necessary.

It would.

[color=#fff79a][b]"I am Raelis Vaerkturian, a Warrior from...another world. A...[i]knight[/i] in your language,"[/b][/color] he said, the translator in his helm and on his neck shifting his own language into that of the being's. Tharraleos, was its name. It sounded like a male name, which his translator confirmed.

[color=#fff79a][b]"Greetings Tharraleos,"[/b][/color] he said, placing one gauntlet covered hand on the pommel of the Blade of Rhay as if leaning upon it. [color=#fff79a][b]"My kind are known as the Asarae, making me Asaraen,"[/b][/color] he clarified further, [color=#fff79a][b]"What, if I may inquire, are you exactly?"[/b][/color] The heat around his body had ceased to rise, but rays and waves of light continued to blossom outwards from his form, flowing backwards or up, usually so as not to completely blind Tharraleos.

He eyed the creature, the systems in his armor telling him that the air and the atmospheric pressure was actually ideal, though the gravity was different from on his world, which was just as well really. The heat energy, mixing with the surrounding air, made eddies and whirls of dirt, dust, and light that flowed off of him, but never marred his armored form.

A thought came to him, perhaps this Tharraleos was a warrior himself? Perhaps...perhaps he was a worthy opponent. Maybe, rather than need to slaughter a beast, no, a person, he could instead engage in a contest of skill and power.

Maybe.