[color=00aeef]Damn, this was not going the way she hoped. Where in fact insulting his man pieces made her feel much better, she found herself very funny, it had not induced the rage she had been seeking. How would she make him upset enough that he would take her prisoner back to his camp...? She refrained from.pointing out that merefolks had the same bits and pieces as humans when they were in their humannoid state., and did in fact have to wear pants. She reached down into the water and adjusted her own short skirt. She stewed on how to get into his camp as he lowered his blade and climbed out of the spring. If she wasn't able to see his man bits before she could now. She quickly looked up as the sky trying to ignore her already burning face. Well he seemed pretty vulnerable now, she could attack again....but if that happened he might just fore go taking her prisoner and just kill her, which would not make her very helpful towards the cause... if she demanded that she wouldn't speak to any one besides their leader he may get suspicious of her, and this human was scary enough, she didn't think she could easily overcome the monster of a man that must led this one. Not to mention that this human seemed reluctant to out right harm her...which made.no sense to her..maybe he was just planning on using her in other ways later. She shivered. She would deal with that when it came.She didn't believe him for a second when he mentioned just letting her go. He was clearly just playing nice to try and get her to talk to him. She wasn't willing to call his bluff though. She needed to get into that camp! [color=red]"Tell me about your singing blades."[/color] He said kindly, frowning at him she decided to see if she could talk her way into a solution, she waded to the edge of the spring, making to lift herself out of it. Her current humanoid form was not best suited to the water. As she put her weight onto her arms to heft herself out her palm hit a patch of slimy algae with a gasp she slid forward slamming her face once more against the accursed rocks. With a hiss she covered the gash in her forehead with her hands, [color=a187be]"Holy Poseidon bullocks! For the mother of Neptune! Ah balls my head!!"[/color] She grunted out trying to blink the blood out of her eye. Her haw clenched, her bottom lip poking out stubbornly, just her luck! Now she would have to figure out the downfall of these humans WITH a horrid head ache and a six inch gash![/color]