"I've seen many things I wish I hadn't," She told him, her face distinctive with anger and nothing but contempt for him and his kind. He nodded as he walked around her and the Orogs. He placed one wrist inside the other hand. He stepped carefully around them, his eyes starring downwards but they weren't actually analyzing where he was stepping they were distant as were his thoughts. He came to a stop in front of Anez once again.
"My apologies princess, somethings I really did not want you to see. The death of your father for example, or that other Silvan male you seem so fond of. How about I give you an eye for an eye?" Cain suggested, stepping over to the Orog with the most notable blood on it. In an instant Cain's left foot lashed out at the Orog's right leg. The force was a traumatic and resolute one, the leg bone of the modestly largely Orog snapped causing the creature to fall to the ground, helpless against him.
Cain stepped over to Anez, drawing what could have been considered a sword, the blade was about five to six feet in length and had a cruciform hand guard. To Anez and humans it could only be wielded with two hands, t Cain and Orogs, it could be wielded single-handedly. Regardless, it was razor sharp in both appearance and the sound the blade made as it exited the sheath. He stepped towards her, turned the blade upside down and tossed the sword by her feet, letting her have the choice to pick it up or not.
"Go on, he hurt you--hurt him back. He'll die either way--by your hands it'll be much cleaner."