Kyt kept his distance from the orc, hoping things would resolve themselves before the violence got any worse. Maybe if he made a quick lunge, he could drop him before this got any further out of control? No, had to save that for a last resort. Maybe if- Kyt froze as the kobold yelled at him. Did he seriously think he had that sort of power? Was that why he was just standing behind a tree while Kyt did all the work? Or not, as it seemed the little guy had finally decided to pitch in. The healer grinned, he'd known the kobold wasn't a complete lost cause.n
Then things got... odd. When Kyt has approached the orcs, he had expected either a peaceful negotiation or a lot of violence, not a shouting match. His heart fell and he realized that last bit might still come to fruition as the big orc began to search the smaller, more violent one. The healer could already tell he was being honest- though that did raise a few questions as to why he'd decided to take a swing at him... maybe he was just extremely eager for a fight in general? Regardless, it could look pretty bad for them if they were standing there throwing false accusations around. Kyt just stood there, nearly holding his breath until the orcs began to move on.
"Well, that went... better than it could have, at least. Sekeo, next time would you mind double checking before I go confront five things that are twice my size?" He couldn't be too bitter- at least the kobold had made some token effort to help this time. As he started back, he continued, "And just so we're clear on this, I CAN'T rain down fires. If I could, do you think we'd have needed to take this detour to avoid Bashir's men? Oh, and did you have any luck finding a walking stick, by the way?"
