Hearing the accusation from Shukra, That Which Consumes Peace bounds out of the shadows towards the Master and the Rakshasa. The demon slams his fist into the side of the big cat's face, hopefully sending the fellow villain flying.
"I will not stand to be accused of such things by a petty warlord!", the demon's dark, deep, hollow voice exclaimed.
"Master, I had merely used the material given to me to take down two dangerous foes. Enemies that could've actually done harm to my fellow villains. In fact, I might've saved Kor's life. Also, Narza surely enjoyed those souls! Are four orcs really as valuable as what we gained in return for their lives? Also, Shukra could've easily herded his humans into the meeting place and laid his claim to the rest of us. Even I, after already making a deal for humans, had waited to gather my claims. What makes this feline so much better than us, that he can just whisk away slaves at his leisure? Why, it seems that he is placing himself on the same level as you, Master! If I were you, Master, I'd ask myself what a power hungry Rakshasa would do with an entire orc army. He may have the idea to overthrow you. Just a suggestion, Master. "
That steps back, satisfied with his small speech. It will get the Master's eyes off of his back and onto Shukra's. Not that most of those things are not legitimate beefs, they are, but the demon played them up to a degree. That places his eyes upon Shukra, weary of his next move. He, as a demon, is immortal. However, his physical form is not. It would take him years to conjure another physical form as strong as his current one.
