Shar knew that look... It was the very skepticism that had earned Ciscera her place among her army. However, he felt her draw away, allowing her to revel in the cries of her barbaric people. The wolf began to rise of his own accord, his blade not in his hand, but two of the scouts came and lifted him. He yanked his arms away from them, "I can stand on my own, whelps," He informed them, his voice dripping in malice as he voluntarily put his hands behind his back, knowing they would be bound. However, the equipment that followed was unexpected as it was fastened around his neck. He had had no plans to escape, but he felt the collar fasten tightly around his neck and then a headache came about. He groaned at the surprising pain, which would not relieve itself. They had cut off his magic... The bastards. Though he expected them to do something of the sort, he did not expect it in such hypocrisy.
"You bitch," He spat at the ground of the tigress as he was being pulled away. "Let my men go! You have no need for them! Those are lives which you toy with! To take them as some sort of form of entertainment for your lord... Absolutely wretched! You unrefined scum!" However, he could feel himself and Ciscera growing distant as the scouts pulled him. His head was in too much pain and he was fatigued from the recent events as well. His wrists were staked to the ground in a tent away from the majority of the others. He knew not how much time was spent in there, but the guards on either side of him were vigilant. There was a little bit of banter about the men in the next tent... Shar's men... the ones who had been unable to escape. He wondered if any magicians were in hiding over there... It was impossible to know now. Though, he was beginning to think about how he might manipulate the situation to his advantage. These men could laugh and call his own pathetic when they were bound... But how would they react if they knew of how their comrades would also beg for their lives before being put down humanely, not as some show, but as a mere action. Executions were not something which were publicized in Tunay'ruk.
The wolf closed his eyes... He wasn't going to fall asleep, but he was certainly not going to try to stay awake either. The colonel was staring at the ground, sitting back on his feet tiredly, leveling his breaths. The fury welling up inside of him, the passion that burned for his men, was difficult to quell, but he had to keep his wits. The canine had to tune out the discussion around him... The sounds that were obviously his own men nearby. He heard the clinking of armour as the guards left and looked up to see Ciscera in more casual clothing. He still had on his medium-weight armour and his cloak with the crest and trimmings. He had no plans to part with it soon, either, as the crest was not a symbol of his country, but rather of his family. His pendant rested against his chest beneath the armour, and it was the only thing he could take solace in.
Ciscera sat down and his eyes opened as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head, "Good evening, ma'am... I suppose that you are the better warrior between us, officially now," He said with a small, teasing smirk, his entire demeanor screamed 'I know something you don't know.' She could take away his physical power, his magical power, his military power, all of the power she wanted... But what she couldn't take was his sense of self-worth. She was an excellent leader and a speaker to be reckoned with, but Shar was proud and knew that he was not some joke. Most everything he did was for a reason, and rarely were they short-term reasons. "So... What? The plan is to go in front of your king, emperor, or whatever his title is... And you will assess me, to see if I'm worthy of joining your ranks or advising your men, to see if I should remain a prisoner, to see if I will give you my own king's secrets, to see if I should be beheaded or allowed to live..." He said slowly, as if laying out Ciscera's own plan to her. It was very smug, his tone was arrogant as he held that small, knowing smile which he was so well known for. "But that isn't why you let me live, Bladed Fist... You and I both know why we're here right now, why your throat isn't open and why my head is still upon my shoulders," Lykos lifted himself from his sitting position to raise his chest, make himself larger, though he was still forced to kneel.
He had to admit, however, he did admire her determination. She was strong-willed and could make snap-decisions very well. It made her an excellent fighter, Shar knew. There was something... elegant, about her ferocity. The wolf's dark green eyes held fast against her icy blue ones before his smile spread a little more and he began to laugh slightly. His brow furrowed a little bit at her in a devilish grin, "So, I must ask as well, why do you take dozens of prisoners, only to behead them for your leader? I only want to see if I'm correct... You see, my own hypothesis is that you are so full of self-doubt, Arduous Arrow, that you crave this sense of power it gives you to kill mere boys. Boys who were drafted into a war that they did not even start... Boys who were given half the training of your men, but who have three times the heart," He insisted, still smiling calmly as his words remained level. "You're power-mad, tigress... You crave the thrill that comes when you destroy multitudes of those smaller than you..."
The wolf shook his head, clearing his throat. "But, now... Here we are... I live... and why, Ciscera?" He asked, raising a single brow quizzically, as if he didn't know the answer to the question. Part of him wanted her to react... Not in a violent manner, but just one that provoked a real reaction, some sort of feeling... Any kind of feeling.