"And what if we run into it during a situation we can't run?" The young looking old man asked honestly. Something that big and old wouldn't be stupid enough to attack just any random person that strays in these sewers, right? And the right king having that rat title... he doubted that rat make armor was summoned by that rat. Either way, it seemed smarter to the mix blood to take care of it now, least it comes back in a situation that makes it harder to fight. Deep sapphire eyes were briefly distracted and unfocused. It was a little distracting to have a tiny clam nestled to his neck. Ah, all kitsune as divine creatures? "That item sounds useful, is the form it gives you from a specific kitsune? Or is it in part reflective of you?" But he also wouldn't consider all kitsune divine either. This wasn't something he would say out loud though. For one divine didn't suggest all of them were, secondly it would be rude. Of course when it came to around the time of the interaction between himself and the newborn, he gave the other a side glance. It would probably upset him more if it hadn't been something he had heard so many times though all these years. At this point in his life he almost felt sorry for those with that sort of outlook. Haraka tried to keep it off his face, but the pity for Victor seemed to leak through in expression. In any case, the half demon was now checking himself over. Yes, good, everything looked fine. It was better to be safe rather than sorry, ven if a summon was the only thing the circle mentioned.
"Their name was written on creature summoning the spell circle. Try to imagine what a newborn wants, how they would react to what you would have done if you had been the one to trigger the spell. This is a baby." It was his way of saying he didn't think William was harmless, but he also didn't see the way a life was born to be a reason to condemn them. Who the new little William would be is up to the baby, and its parent. In this case, Omaras guessed it would be himself taking a sort of parental or pet owner role. Akeldema already seemed to be making himself feel safe with him. After this job was done and they were all clean, he had to find out what the baby ate, if it ate normal clam food or not. Ah, a question about his race again? At least this time there was time to answer it. "Do you know of the giant deep sea mantis shrimp? Adults big as an average human, punches can take down iron hull ships, meat is sold in the finest luxury restaurants. Imagine a humanoid looking demon version of that, or look it up in a book later. The species is extinct outside of hells frozen ocean, my people used to call them guardians. I'm half that." He wasn't sure how to make that one half of himself any more clear, but the mixed blood was pretty sure he got the point across. Ah... self lighting torches? It was probably caused by Vincent, the crystal swan mage seemed to have a special mastery over items. Even if the mage already explained why, it mystified the mixed blood a bit.
Still, he wasn't sure what to make of the person. The half dragon made a face at the small passage. At least it wasn't a sewer pipe, though it was more than likely terribly filthy regardless. "You have a good eye for finding hidden things." But with that said, Omaras started to move himself through the passage after the job partner. His hair was now dragging on the floor, rather than being held. It was hard to squeeze through, but actually a lot cleaner than a number of situations he had found himself in the past. What he didn't expect was to run into the rat king, it almost felt too soon. It must be due to the others ability with navigating through all these unmarked hidden areas. Ah, this was how the person was going to act? He knew they would act violent and full of themselves, but this... "My great aunt was an actual king of an actual place, rest assured you are only fit to rule rats. Being a king isn't about blind force, it takes a lot of work, intelligence, and charisma to make the right kinds of connections and so that decisions have weight and support. You don't even have what it takes to be nobility. Neither do I, but at least I'll admit it." Kneel before a megalomaniac like this person? He would rather crawl through sewage first. The ice blue skinned person disliked it, the illusion of grandeur. People who claimed they could be something that they didn't even understand the first half of. It got under his skin enough to bring up the family ties that the half ice dragon would rather leave forgotten and burned in the past.
Then again, shrugging off even the title of nobility was perhaps the most telling of just how involved with such affairs Haraka actually wanted to be. Noble? Royal? No, it didn't exist in his eyes for himself. That country was under the ocean, that identity was blissfully lost in the depths of the sea as well as time. Wait, he was supposed to get the staff? But Vincent was the higher ranked mage! But in the end, insecurities didn't matter when the plan had already been announced and set in motion. With a breath sucked in, the young looking man started running towards the rat king. He knew the person was saying things, but the words were lost on his ears. The mixed blood was a mixed of focused and angry. All the half demon could hear was the sound of the ocean in his mind. It wasn't like he couldn't see the movement of the mans lips, they were likely saying something. Rats, they spilled from all the small pipes connected to the room. It was as if he could summon all the rats from this strange dark old area. What was the best way to get him? If he couldn't speed up to match the rat kings speed, than he would slow the man down. With as many rats were around, enough of the spell would hit them that it wouldn't do a terribly large amount of damage to the man. No, this didn't need to hurt the man at all, just get him cold. Haraka could feel bites and claws digging at his pants, shirt, and though the fabrics. This was a fact that went ignored for the better of doing what he could to end this forsaken job.
Vincent had been good company, he was impressive in intelligence and ingenuity. This made for wonderful conversation and at times quite amazing feats. None of this changed that they were both bound to this job that they had both decided to take. This job that involved some interesting sights, but all those sights were still in a sewer. The horrible smell he had been doing his best to ignore, the filth that had caused the half dragon to carry his hair around for the majority of the time down here. Then there was the constant fear of stepping in something filthy, now it was getting attacked by all those disgustingly dirty rats that would certainly cause him to need to replace the clothing. His black dress shoes stepped on some rats as he continued towards the rat king, releasing a heavy breath. This breath caused ice crystals form around his mouth, getting quickly pushed forward by a thick layer of snow. Just as he had hoped, the 'king' was still in fine health after snow breath was used. There was also the strange affect of having killed or seriously injured far more rats than Omaras had ever imagined he would actually end up doing in his lifetime. Still, the shivers from the man made the half ice dragon believe that the slowing affect of the spell had worked. The young looking old man rushed forward and through the icy wall of rats, going for the staff being held onto by said person. The slowing affect of the spell gave Haraka some edge, but it wasn't exactly a won battle.
A strange struggle, both people gripping at the item. The mixed blood knew this person was yelling things, but the sound was still muted in his mind. The rats biting to try to get the mage to release his grip certainly weren't being gentle, but that didn't matter to him. It should, he knew how deadly rat bites could be in the long run. Feeling frustrated with the struggle, he tried headbutting to get the other to loosen their grip. That... ended up with him mostly headbutting rats. That was disgusting and didn't end any of this! So he instead moved his hands and talons on trying to loosen the rat kings grip on the staff instead of gaining a grip on it himself.