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A protector. Whip had played that role before and had failed horribly. When a challenger threatened the rule of Whip's pregnant mother over the Caldera, he did what any good son would do; defend. However, had it not been for Elwood's interference, Whip would have died by Kaizer's paw. He was an inexperienced fighter; both clumsy and gawky. The Neriedes did not know this about him -- nor did Whip think they needed to. At least, not yet.

He simply nodded, accepting his place.

When it came to Kalika's own, personal request, Whip could sense vulnerability. Whip's brow furrowed with silent curiousity. "Yeah," he replied. "What is it you want me to do?" He considered himself to be the trustworty sort. After all, he usually only spoke properly questioned, so it was easy to keep secrets close to the cuff.