The Bruntg's disposition seems tranquil, yet menacing.
His solid eyes are devoid of any expression, and the chitinous exoskeleton protecting him makes impossible to determine his emotions.
The appearance alone marks him as a seasoned warrior, confident without being arrogant. Measuring his opponent, not rushing to engage in combat.
He is not guided by basic instincts like the primitive Gnardimgard, nor does he lack profound consciousness, a trait absent in the tribal Kobblins.
A thick curved wooden wand materializes in his hand, while a graphite grey translucent layer envelops his body frame like a fitted bubble. «Needleer». He says, firing a slim shot of burgundy energy, barely larger than a toothpick.
The strike surpasses the speed of sound, embedded in the Cadet's Bodshs like a sort of immaterial dart, emitting constant threads that interfere with their weakened defenses.
