Felih huffs a little, laughing and shaking his head. "Perhaps I'm biased. I don't often have to fight their forces in hand to hand combat," he chirps a little. "But still, I think I still stand a good chance against most of them if I had to," he says, stubborn and pouting. "After all, if they can't use magic, I've got an advantage- I can keep my distance."

He sighs. "Though, I do admit, I perhaps don't have the same strength they do..." He is small, and slight- and though strong, he would never compare to those who trained specifically to hone their strength. Felih was built more for speed and agility.

He hissed and spooked at the way the claw would shudder and loosen and clench, however, wide-eyed and startled, uncomfortable and uneasy as he glanced up at the machinery jostling him about. "I-Is it supposed to be doing this?"