[A smirk, eyes slimming as he cranes his neck forward, lips curled back over fangs.]

I know of the times before mine, indick, I know the mistakes, I know of a lot more than many of my standing do, no thanks to the likes of you highblood scum. Devouring and hoarding information like you do the rotting corpses of so many trolls. I will not be doomed to repeat those mistakes. Heh heh heh... [A slight shake of his head, raising it.]

'Highly trained'? Are you suggesting we aren't? Not only do we have numbers, in trolls and beasts alike-- 'The Summoner' remember that-- But we have spent our lives preparing ourselves for this. Our oppression, while it is what we fight to rid ourselves of, has honed us to feel passion enough to work for what we deserve, work for equality.

I can speak for myself and so many other lowbloods when I say we have the skills necessary to overthrow the deranged tyranny of the blood empirical system, and you'd be naive to think otherwise. It may take time, but then again, you cold blooded fucks have enough of that, don't you?

[Head tilt, huff, wings rustling behind him as he gives the other a rather calm shrug.]

I wouldn't turn down the strife, I love my blood flowing, but would the wittle wap dog be awowed to go do what he pweases? [Grin.]

Orders are orders, aren't they? Can't leave her side if she wants you there, grovelling mutt.