[color=7bcdc8][b][h3]Nidgardt[/h3][/b][/color]

The Young adult made a cracking sound with his oversized draconic hand and then, lowered his head to get into the same height as Alicia.

[b][color=7bcdc8]"If I am not mistaken, you enjoy having others be enthralled with you. What better way to enthrall the masses than in an arena as a reigning champion?"[/color][/b] The demondragon asked, Before continuing with yet another question Before she could answer. 


[b][color=7bcdc8]"If that alone is not enough to perk your interests, perhaps you could tell me what would?"[/color][/b] Nidgardt did admit to himself that Alicia was likely going to be something to work with, since she was both feared and trouble to whomever happened to cross her path. Despite all that she was quite pretty, that was what Nidgardt at least thought. But he knew well to watch it, this young woman was prone to frighten others and cause some to get overly romantically enthralled in her. If this was a part of her powers or just a result of her good looks, Nidgardt did not know. He did follow her leg as she crossed it with her other nontheless, making careful note of the young witch's every move, under that visor of his.


[b][color=7bcdc8]"I am not a stranger to bargaining. I am partly demon after all."[/color][/b] He said, not with any sense of pride or displeasure about it. Just a matter of fact that most demonkind enjoyed doing deals and bargains with each other and other beings alike. He was a Product of such a deal after all. He had to admit that Alicia was intriguing him, not because of a sense of fear or dread over what she could do, but a hunger to actually test out her might firsthand. It was his draconic side screaming out at him to test his awesome might, and his demonic side yelling for him to unleash all his power for the sake of dominating others. It was after all how demons duked it out in the hells, fighting each other, the strongest seizing the throne. A constant battle for power.

Nidgardt however did not feel overly pleased about his own blood screaming to him to subdue others, so he did his outmost to rebel against those natural, and unatural urges and feelings dwelling within him. A power struggle of another kind, one that he could not lose, for the fear of losing his own sense of whom he is, but also wounding his potential allies.