Silence descended as Azaroth stared at them, both Darian and Bella. His face was hard and glinted red like blood jewels.
"What are you talking about?" Bella asked, tilting her head up to look at Azaroth.
"Don't talk to him, Bella. You can see he's sick, I mean look at his eyes!" Darian took a threatening step forward, his right hand going to his shoulder. To grip the wooden handle of a large axe strapped to his back.
Azaroth raised his brows, noting the weapons the group carried. Bella carried a big knife and the twins each had swords, Azaroth could see the axe behind Darian. All their weapons were made of the same black material as Azaroth's group.
"Are you the one that interrupted the Captains?" Azaroth looked at Darian, he pinned the big guy with such a hard look his hand tightened on his axe hand. Then Azaroth turned to the short girl. "Or were you the one?"
