Udyr reached up, grabbed the can of Graggy and brought it to his mouth. He used one of his canine teeth to pierce the metal and promptly drank it. The beast man then rumbled away, looking for the proper receptacle in which to recycle the can in.

"We said nothing!" Udyr snapped. "Do not make such an assumption!" The beast man stood to his feet and rolled his shoulders about, "Do we look weak to you? Do we look like someone who can be bested easily? No. We are Udyr. If need be, we can rip you asunder. Do not call us weak, we will show you otherwise."

n-no she isnt dead....she's in a box!

"A box?" Udyr laughed and shook his head, "She would not be able to be trapped within a simple thing such as a box. What sort of box could this possibly be? Where could you even find it, or hide it? It makes no sense. You are lying."

The beast man's eyes tightened, he raised his free hand which roared with fire. "We hate liars."

Oh? Diana would follow until he was within sight again, then sit down. I do not consider you a sideshow, and I only wish to observe.

Zyra stands in place not moving an inch,
"I am not calling you weak. You did not answer so I made my assumption on what she said. No you do not look weak. You could possibly punch through the thickest tree in the Plague Lands. I was not calling you weak."

She still stands with a disappointed expression,
"Anger... You are giving into your human emotions... I thought you were above that... Perhaps I was wrong about you Udyr."

Spirits...

*Wheeze*

What do you think about my *wheeze* quest for vengeance against the *wheeze* Might of Demacia?

Udyr palmed his face and let out an audible growl, "Go. Away."

Udyr rolled his fingers repeatedly, cricking and cracking his knuckles with each pass. "Speak carefully. What do you think you were wrong about us? We are Udyr. We choose to be angry, we control our anger, we have the final say in everything we do."

His voice deepened, his eyes narrowed as he changed his personal pronoun, "Speak very carefully now: You are now referring to me. I am Udyr. I am as free as the clouds, no one can control me or tell me what to do unless I let them. Everything and everyone is driven by instinct. Humans are lucky to have emotion as it can be used to empower said instinct. Love, compassion, friendship, these weaken the survival instinct as you put others before yourself. Anger, anger can be used to forge instinct into an undeniable force. One can use anger to push past their limits and achieve heights never thought imaginable. Emotion is meant to be controlled, not discarded. That is a part of the human condition." Udyr took a stance, little embers flickering about his body. "Tell me now, what do you think you were wrong about the mighty Udyr?"

We could not care less. Do or do not, there is no try. Kill him, fail to kill him, if it is what you wish, achieve it then. If you fail, then you do not deserve your vengeance.

Diana raises a brow.

I am only watching you, what harm is it that I wish to learn the epitome of Udyr? I have learned much this past week, and wish to learn more...peacefully.

Zyra now looks confused, her eyes strained on Udyr,
"..."
She doesn't speak for a while, when she does respond the confusion only
"...I believed you did not use human emotion. Another false assumption...."
Not seeming to care that he had changed pronouns, she only focuses on the embers,
"So. You think human emotion can empower ones instinct if controlled... You believe I should embrace my human emotions? Such as fear? Fear is telling me to retreat from those embers for fear being burnt. But curiousity has me standing here before you... Asking you questions even though you are clearly angered by them."

She seats herself on the ground, as she tries to sift through her thoughts,
"Confusion has me sitting instead of standing in order to run or fight... I simply wished to know if you considered her a friend..."

She looks to Udyr, an odd expression on her face, as she speaks the four words that were constantly burning in her mind,
"I do not understand."