[Rhargn Etn]

The words that came from the priest were lost on Rhargn as he put all his concentration into fludity, though it feeling like no concentration at all. While he was blind folded, his surroundings became void, he and it were nothing. However, as the final blow to the air came, the atmosphere began rushing back and the final words of the priest shuffled into the ruffian's ears. He nodded at the 'yes... better.' That was infact all he had heard and his arms dropped loose to his side, the mace hitting the ground as he gasped slowly for air.

The next passage to come from Faulto hit a button of realization within Rhargn's head. What he said made perfect sense, what he said was true and so before he'd even finished speaking, the titan began breathing deeply. He inhaled so deeply that he became slightly dizzy for a few seconds, before exhaling with a slight look of fatigue on his face. It was quite apparent that Rhargn was going to lose a fair few pounds before the cycle was over.

He kept his breathing pattern flowing, taking so much oxygen in that it began to burn. His face screwed up slightly as he continued, hoping that with time, the fairly painful sensation would be lost in memories. Next, before the ruffian knew it, there was an Orc before him. His mace instinctively swung from its hanging position and into both hands, as his eyes flared with fury and rage. With teeth bared, he immediately swung a vertical strike towards the putrid beast, growling as he did so. His history was one of which Orcs were the enemy. However, seeing his mace drive ungraceful through the illusion and hearing the words of Faulto, Rhargn sighed heavily, thoughts of his sister flooding back too him. A quick shake of the head and forceful resilience in his mind, he went on to answer his tutors question, an aggressive breathing pattern jolting his sentences.

"Eeerm, I guess there strengths would be there physical force, though if I had my hands on anyone of them, they'd be nothing." He fumed, before trying to calm himself down. "I guess there meant to be quite barbaric too, so they could take a few hits before giving in. Weakness wise, I'd say they're thick, slow, clumsy bastards.

Probably see in a constant red mist, wanting to kill anything and everything in their path, which could come as a disadvantage due to their inability to concentrate properly when raged?"