Balothiss's words went unheeded but Athinar was the one to make his words unimportant by making it seem like he would kiss the Master's boots, but supriseingly the warrior had the guts to throw his helm at the Master's own face.

Balothiss stepped back and receded as much as he could to a safe distance from where Athinar and the Master were planted, he made his way over to Cold Stare who seemed to be rooted into position probably watching everything happening, he stood near the Wraith watching the being sit there and just watch things happen.

Although Balothiss had no interest in Cold Stare's endeavours he did favour the Wraith who seemed to be more intelligent than others of his own kind, at the moment Balothiss watched Athinar and the Master wanting to see what would become of Athinar in the moments to come.

Out of the corner of his eyes Balothiss spotted a warrior wielding a large golden sword slaughtering the Master's imps, the now distracted him from watching Athinar's punishment or maybe even his death for what he had done rather Balothiss unsheathed Reaver and looked at the blade it seemed different, he used some of his sorcery to glean a bit from the power of the blade but it showed nothing but that it was enchanted heavily by a great power.

He looked up from his blade seeing the warrior an armoured woman striding casually through the street as the imps began fleeing and screeching for their master.

He stepped forward a little getting a better look and he landed himself in a stance that was defensive if anything came at his or attacked that he would lash out and counterattack, he watched the woman  she seemed to be a holy warrior of some kind.

[color=ed1c24][i]"Faith is pathetic..."[/i][/color]

Balothiss thought because he had faith in himself and the Master who seemed to be a god himself, he believed in his own might and strength to make him stronger in battle and make him superior, in these moments as Balothiss stood there believing in himself not in some so called 'Deity' that was spoken of in holy texts and whispered in front of shrines, when were any of his prayers answered when he was in pain long ago when he was just a measly their making his way in society, but now he was a mighty warrior.

Balothiss stood there in belief that he would prevail with his own power as if he was a holy entity himself, that he was his own God and that he controlled his own destiny so he used this thought to strengthen his belief in himself so he could stand there as he would stand in the front lines of war.

[color=ed1c24]"Approach but beware you bastard wench!"[/color]

He shouted lifting his sword as he stood locked in position and ready for her to attack.

[color=ed1c24]"No one draws the blood of the Masters minions and goes unnoticed from him or his henchmen, I shall strike my wrath upon you in the Masters name but I shall let you strike first you uncouth whore may your children have the fate of unjust punishment until the end of time!"[/color]

He filled his words with meaning and the raw magic of his sorcerer powers, but he did not know what the effect they would have on the destiny of her descendants of her children, but he shouted with might and the strength of his soul, he looked to the Wraith Cold Stare and waved a free hand in front of the spectre, then said.

[color=ed1c24]"I am in slight need of assistance comrade maybe you could be of help to me Cold Stare that would help me very much,"[/color]

He looked back to the woman and then to Cold Stare, and idea popped up in his mind.

[color=ed1c24]"Cold Stare since you are a kind of undead that is almost like a ghost or a spectre of some kind are you able to possess or attach yourself to a persons mind and body almost melding together this might help to fell this women if you will help though?"[/color]

He asked the Wraith hoping that if this worked he might be able to meld minds and strength with Cold Stare and they could work as one and have double the strength.

[@Markofkri][@Athinar]