Oh, oh that appeal is definitely not going to work here. Zarya, you've had the absolutely fantastic luck to run into the Cetagandan's very own borderline-feral problem child. Well, she wasn't technically, but it wasn't a stretch to say that certain (most) people often found certain facets of Looma's personality to be childish- for example, the hair trigger temper and the tantrums that usually involved lots of shouting and threats. Still, the princess was definitely young. She might not have really looked it- given she looked to be about as much of a walking mountain as Zarya, just with two extra arms at her disposal and darker, less colorful hair (which she was still getting used to even having, she hates this place)- but every time the red-skinned young woman spoke it was pretty apparent she was a little behind most of her companions in years.
"I really doubt that- but I grant you the chance to prove it."
It wasn't a request to have the pink-haired woman confirm her outsider status, of course. She was being generous here, and giving her the chance to prove she was a fellow warrior worthy of her respect- and, well, not being shot. But in case the human didn't get the hint, Looma takes the liberty of holstering her weapons before raising her hands back up. She wasn't surrendering, she had something far more fun in mind, judging from the eager grin on her face. Fun for her, anyway- this was not a princess who didn't seize the opportunity for a nice brawl whenever it appeared.
"Battle with honor, and I will let you limp back to join your new friends. Or you could reject my offer- but then I'd have to kill you."
And really, killing seemed like such a waste. She didn't know any of these people, somebody had turned her into some sort of small, squishy excuse for a Tetramand, and frankly hitting people was about the only thing keeping her halfway sane in this nightmare. Frankly, if they someone hadn't messed with her, she'd tower over everyone here and could have wiped out the Barrayans by herself. But no, now she actually has to worry about things like arrows, and fire, and figuring out how you people can see properly with only two eyes.
PVP flagged and I am so sorry for her
"I really doubt that- but I grant you the chance to prove it."
It wasn't a request to have the pink-haired woman confirm her outsider status, of course. She was being generous here, and giving her the chance to prove she was a fellow warrior worthy of her respect- and, well, not being shot. But in case the human didn't get the hint, Looma takes the liberty of holstering her weapons before raising her hands back up. She wasn't surrendering, she had something far more fun in mind, judging from the eager grin on her face. Fun for her, anyway- this was not a princess who didn't seize the opportunity for a nice brawl whenever it appeared.
"Battle with honor, and I will let you limp back to join your new friends. Or you could reject my offer- but then I'd have to kill you."
And really, killing seemed like such a waste. She didn't know any of these people, somebody had turned her into some sort of small, squishy excuse for a Tetramand, and frankly hitting people was about the only thing keeping her halfway sane in this nightmare. Frankly, if they someone hadn't messed with her, she'd tower over everyone here and could have wiped out the Barrayans by herself. But no, now she actually has to worry about things like arrows, and fire, and figuring out how you people can see properly with only two eyes.