"[LEADER,]" Boomed Korr. "[REQUESTING PERMISSION TO KILL EVERYONE HERE.]"
The enchantments on Korr's helmet made her sound... far more intimidating than if she was speaking with her regular voice. At the same time, her hateful, sentient sword bristled with light and heat-- anticipating the battle to come.
Extreme violence was an endeavor in which both Korr and Shahram excelled.
"Permission denied," Tycon waved.
It was a good plan-- and one he would certainly keep in mind. However...
"Our position is advantageous," He said. "Let's see what our... newest companions have to say."
Korr slowly tilted her head to the side... but she nodded as if she understood.
In the last few minutes, she and Krysaos had shown their magical capability as both overwhelming and violent. It was was clear that Tycon's side was stronger despite the enemy's numerical advantage.
Tycon stepped forward, capturing the attention of everyone present.
