[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor’Gen’Blok[/center]

Intuition--that was what the Kul had above the larger and myriad tribes of Smor’Gen’Blok. To read a body before acting was how he and his people had not been crushed by the tribes above them. Now, with precious time fading, Za’Kul had saw an out; he had gotten the remainder of the Wor Lok’Sha behind this aggressor to budge. The screams of Wor’Da’Li could not be abused as a point of sympathy, though; no, the Wor would see right through that. Whether she could actually be saved was beyond Za’Kul’s capacity for comprehension right now.

“Fighting? This is not time for fight. Kul cannot crush Wor even now, never could" a little appeal to the fiery warriors in these Wor tribesman always helped, "but Wor own people dying because of [i]stupid[/i] feud. I help one of yours, you help me.” Za’Kul turned and looked over his shoulder,

“She saved if quick. More talk, and she die. I try helping her, will keep helping Wor if Wor let Kul go.”

His offer for help held no deceit.