[h1][center][color=silver] Hate [/color][/center][/h1]

One of the more intricate processes of shaping a Templar, is the mental aspect of training. They are broken down and built up to be obedient, loyal, and unwavering in the face of danger. They have to be able to reign in their emotions, if they aren't swept away by the vigorous training they undergo. Valson was taught this, all of the Templar's were taught this but it was never greatly enforced. Some of the older instructors even said to use emotions in response to physical combat, and mental stimulus. Anger was a powerful tool in the face of adversity, but one had to balance that with the proper training and levelheadedness. 

Val stopped in his tracks at the voice of the Orc, swiftly followed by the man who had addressed the Emperor just a short time ago. So quick to voice concerns, so quick to make idiotic remarks. It was enough to make him angry. Of course, he hadn't expected much from the orcish woman, they tended to be hotheaded even more so then males. 

Val turned slowly to look at the both of them. 

He began to talk, his tone full of sarcastic venom, [color=gold]"Puppet you say? I'm sorry orc, I didn't realize that my status of being a faceless puppet would already be causing problems."[/color] He paused with a chuckle, [color=gold]"How about you save your sentiment for someone who actually gives a shit? If you couldn't tell, we're at war and we have much bigger problems to deal with then some orc with an ego. But by all means, if you wish to lead us go ahead,"[/color] Val then gestured towards the door, [color=gold]"Surely you would be better suited at it over I. I'm sure you know exactly the path we must take to avoid the Scorned and the bulk of their forces. And not to mention the road to the mountain itself. Or would your leadership get us killed? We wouldn't want to end up like poor Garthan after all."[/color]

Templar's are versed in an assortment of tactics to get inside an enemies head. They play dirty, any information that could weaken an opponents resolve, or push them over the edge, is welcome. It can go both ways however, the opponent might be so angry they make mistakes, or their rage sends them into a frenzy. Val was hoping for the latter, it was always more exciting to fight with the odds against you. 

Next Val removed his helmet, showing the full extent of his face. His grey eyes were sharp, and his hair was well kept. The most notable feature was the many faded scars that ran amok throughout his face. The largest of which, were three slashes on his right cheek that ran through his beard. The scorned were merciless opponents, he had learned that the hard way.

[color=gold]"Satisfied?"[/color] He asked Kean before placing the helmet back on. Val then started walking towards the door once more. 

[@jdh97][@Sofaking Fancy]