Vacuse was getting tired of the bullshit. His eyes hardened and he took a step forward. His soul space rolled with power that threatened to boil out. It surged through his blood and filled his bone marrow, leaving him slightly shaking.
Rith on his shoulder coiled tighter, and his eyes turned to fix on Amon.
'..should I kill him?..' Rith's voice slid into his mind like a cold sword, and Severin blinked.
'..you can do something like this?..' he instinctively asked in his mind.
'...I'm a Dragon. There's little I can't do..' the scornful voice said.
Vacuse smiled. '..you're only a horn of a Dragon though. And don't kill him, the annoying bastard is going to get done in by me..'
He nodded and spoke out loud. "Very well, Amon. I accept whatever you want to do, but that'll be after I get the rank of my beast registered."
Amon snorted coldly and said in a mocking tone, "What difference would it make? Go on, show the world the rank of the beast you carry!"
