As Sailence saw the orc move forward, and quickly came to the realization that he wouldn't be able to avoid the blow, he directed a signficant amount of energy to heal what he suspected would be a serious fracture, even while shifting his weight ever so slightly to allow him to go on the offense. His surprise was evident when that was not the case, and what minor pain he felt was almost instantly washed away by the tide of magical power. All the shaman saw was a quizzical look on the young man's face (quickly replaced by a faint frown) and an intense, if rather short-lived, light spark to life beneath the now-dirtied cloth of Sailence's coat. The young man exhaled sharply and began to speak again, though his countenance was far less friendly than it had been previously.
"What do you want out of this? I understand that you don't trust me, but I don't like being toyed with. Either allow me to help, ask me to leave, or fight me sincerely. I would be more than happy to do the first two." He professed, his tone revealing that what had once been strained patience had given way to open frustration. Worse still, there was something of a hardness to his voice that sent the orc a very clear message, despite the linguistic barrier - as accomodating as he had been before, the human was now prepared to get very dangerous, very quickly.
"What do you want out of this? I understand that you don't trust me, but I don't like being toyed with. Either allow me to help, ask me to leave, or fight me sincerely. I would be more than happy to do the first two." He professed, his tone revealing that what had once been strained patience had given way to open frustration. Worse still, there was something of a hardness to his voice that sent the orc a very clear message, despite the linguistic barrier - as accomodating as he had been before, the human was now prepared to get very dangerous, very quickly.