"Let them come, buk buk!" Frango boldly shouted out, scraping his longsword along the rocky walls in an attempt to make himself heard amongst the mess of noises that the other residents were making, with all their talk of hiding the entrance, or attacking defenceless runts, or other such dishonourable, cowardly 'tactics'. It was exactly the sort of thing the Humans would want them to do; stoop to their level. It was the same reason why he had no desire to chase after Henry.
"From experience, I am aware, buk buk..." He softened his tone somewhat, "...That the Humans are tenacious, persistent, and above all, greedy. We are lucky this moment did not come sooner, and with less warning. Once we drive off their weakest, they will return, again and again, in numbers and with greater skill, buk buk. But for the same reasons, they will find this sanctuary, regardless of what we do. To hide would only delay the inevitable; if we must confront them, buk buk, we should spend our time preparing for battle, instead of wasting it attempting to throw them off our scent."
He paused for a brief moment, stepping back to let the gravity of the Tomb's residents' predicament sink in. "It is true that many of our number are untrained, and our defences are aging, and it is thus of the utmost importance, buk buk, that these issues be resolved at once! Even our most mediocre enchantments can drive your average 'adventurer', blech..." He accompanied that word with an 'inverted commas' gesture with his free wing-hand, following it with a throaty cringe. Adventurers? More like looters.
"...To the brink of insanity! With proper maintenance, and less of the infighting that I see, buk buk, our defences can be all but impregnable! And I, for one, would sooner throw myself into their ovens than show fear, buk buk!"
He belted that last line out with passion, barely restraining the jerk reflex to hold his sword aloft. He knew from experience that some people didn't take him seriously when he did that. It always made him scratch his wattles in confusion.
"From experience, I am aware, buk buk..." He softened his tone somewhat, "...That the Humans are tenacious, persistent, and above all, greedy. We are lucky this moment did not come sooner, and with less warning. Once we drive off their weakest, they will return, again and again, in numbers and with greater skill, buk buk. But for the same reasons, they will find this sanctuary, regardless of what we do. To hide would only delay the inevitable; if we must confront them, buk buk, we should spend our time preparing for battle, instead of wasting it attempting to throw them off our scent."
He paused for a brief moment, stepping back to let the gravity of the Tomb's residents' predicament sink in. "It is true that many of our number are untrained, and our defences are aging, and it is thus of the utmost importance, buk buk, that these issues be resolved at once! Even our most mediocre enchantments can drive your average 'adventurer', blech..." He accompanied that word with an 'inverted commas' gesture with his free wing-hand, following it with a throaty cringe. Adventurers? More like looters.
"...To the brink of insanity! With proper maintenance, and less of the infighting that I see, buk buk, our defences can be all but impregnable! And I, for one, would sooner throw myself into their ovens than show fear, buk buk!"
He belted that last line out with passion, barely restraining the jerk reflex to hold his sword aloft. He knew from experience that some people didn't take him seriously when he did that. It always made him scratch his wattles in confusion.