Snippet #2103393

It didn't take any emotion-reading abilities nor much more than common sense to see that Palmira was about to explode. He simply watched her, and low and behold, she did. What caught his attention about her rant was the fact that neither of those angels decided to help. Yet again, Darc found himself being the only one worthy of the right to say they did anything. He crossed his arms and simply watched, not commenting or anything for a while.

Darc felt no pity for the dragon. Maybe it was the fact he pinned Darc to the ground with the intent to kill. He didn't feel sorry, but he did understand, and that's why Darc was giving him a second chance. And only a second chance. If he did that again, Darc wasn't going to be as... lenient. He looked at Garll as he told Palmira to be calm. Who was he to give orders? She had every right to be pissed, and it was mostly because of him! Darc growled lowly after he listened to Palmira explain how 'calm' she really was.

"Lets just find another place to retreat to and not attack each other," he ordered. "Garll, I would try my best to stay calm if I were you, because it isn't often I give second chances, and I've never given a third. And you don't need to worry about me pitying you in the least," he didn't bother putting hate, spite or anger in his tone when he spoke. He simply said it as if he was telling the dragon about the weather or something. "Does anyone want to complain? Because I'm sure that if you can do that, you can also come up with an specific answer to our problem,"

With that, he turned away and walked over to where he was pinned on the ground before picking up his sword, which he had dropped when he was slammed into the ground. Well, now he was just left with the sword, a crushed shoulder piece and no shirt. He'd stick out like a sore thumb in human public without hsi robe, which was destroyed along with the house.