Ah, it's no wonder you find this stallion to be so reasonable. He is a fellow warrior, a man of the sword. A man of blood and war, of scars and scabs and gritting his teeth against the pain. Apparently he is also a man who believes in his battle prowess and that is something you can respect. You bob your head in response to his statement, never one to pass up on a proposed battle, but the action is as appropriately cryptic as anything else you've managed to convey thus far. You'll answer him in time, but you are interested in his words that follow and you listen with one ear trained forward, the other floating about one way or the other.

It amuses you that he is as upset by the mention of Ampere as you are, for indeed it is Ampere you that you have described. Horrible to be around though she might be, she is one of the few that you have managed to remember a name for. “She's an electric plague sent by the spark god himself,” you reply, the skin over your ribs twitching as you remember a wave of electricity washing over your body. Stealing from her had been an idiotic idea but most of your idiotic ideas seem to have worked out alright.

“Locoweed,” is the next word you speak and as you do so you eye the Bloodskald suspiciously. Does he have interest in your plant, does he desire to take it from you because you have wandered to his doorstep unknowingly? But no, you do not get that sort of vibe from him. He reminds you more of Gaucho, of a reasonable soul with a particular interest in your activity of choice. You chuckle and then begin to draw up your locoweed magic within you.

“It would be an uneven match,” you manage, backtracking a little bit in your conversation, before you attempt to release your locoweed magic upon your new... companion. You've never tried to use it while you were this high before, so you're not sure it will work at all, but why the hell not try. As far as you can tell, the effects never last much longer than 30 seconds or so when you use the magic on yourself. How mad can the proclaimed general really get in 30 seconds? After all, a small shock to the brain followed by the effects of your beloved plants shouldn't be too much trouble for him. Right? You don't bother to get ready to run off in case he might get mad. What's he going to do? Wobble towards you?

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