Dra'all was confused at first, as a young master of the Dragonewt race, he has been treated like royalty everywhere he went.
Everybody did all they could to earn his favour, this type of treatment was not something he has ever experienced before.
Then his rage got the better of him. " How dare you?" He growled. A ball of fire the size of a fist appeared on his palm.
The temperature inside the guild spiked, the mercenaries backed off, some couldn't handle the heat and started sweating.
Annie turned her head and looked at him but there was no fear in her eyes. This angered him even more.
" DIE!" He roared, BOOOOOM, the entire guild shook. A wave of dust spread out covering the entire room.
When the dust cleared a sight none had expected appeared. The arrogant young master laid flat on the floor.
A foot was pressed against the back of his head. The Drallagal next to the young master moved.
