*Gau cracked his neck, looking at the retreating form of the 'Durim' warrior. He laughed short and cruel, an arrogent smile plastered across his face*
"I guess it appears our great warrior is no more than a common coward. He runs whenever battle gets too intense; he flees like a spineless worm. I bet if anything he soiled his skirt and had to run home to mommy to go and change. Ah well, I don't waste my time with weaklings."
*He turned to Cain*
"Which is exactly why I am not bothering to fight you. Feh, I am in a most foul mood now. I need to go kill something..."