Fantasy Tales of Ristafel

[Darksoul180]

The priest nodded at the man's remark, and then toke a long gaze at the man's holy symbol. Gustav had heard very similar remarks in all his time doing this, discussing holy values, but no one was ever this polite. His gaze shifted to the mans face as Gustav began to speak again.


"Ah, well you see what you question is a very remarkable thing! What will happen if Crea wakes up? Well, that is just the thing! Crea teaches us to follow our dreams, and live our dreams even in waking moments! Crea dreams while asleep, and when she wakes up she makes them fact! That is how we all came to be! We are all thoughts of a larger Godmind! Dreams are not meant to be over when you wake up, they are meant to keep on living! Dreams are ideas, and ideas are meant to be made into fact!"





Gustav was getting more and more ecstatic while talking more and more.


"I have a great respect for a man of faith, and i am glad for your faith and the ideals of Marad! I would love to meet such a man! God or not, I am sure he was a person at some point. A rather grand person! Although Crea is the grand creator! And to show you the power of Crea, i must show you one of my many holy scriptures!"





Gustav used his free hand to reach into his bag and pull out his dreamstone book. He with one hand let it fall open, to show its many contents, the idea of dreams, and what they are. How to interpret them, how to make dreams into fact. How to quiet really follow your dreams! The Priests eye shimmering as did the book.


"This book is my first book full of holy scripture. Given to me by the religious man whom opened my eyes over a cup of tea! A cup of tea i think you would enjoy Sir Saldo. This book, is made dreamstone, forged from the very existence of this realm! I can show you a demonstration of the power if you wish! Even teach you to barrow Crea's power as your own!"





The priest keep on ranting about his belief, his voice starting to get louder and louder, and his gestures even wider and larger with his open hand, book and all.

 

[Boomrocker]

A hand landed on the priest's shoulder. "My dear friend!" El Saldo interjected. "Have you no sense of the dramatic? Of timing? Revealing your capabilities will not be impressive here. Not when the right situation arises and you are out of surprises!"


El Saldo's tone deepened, and grew quiet. "True wisdom lies in revealing your true power when necessary." He gestured over towards the group hanging out by the deer. "Do you see those people? They are fractured. Misguided. Led astray by their own anger. This will not do, will it? We must accompany them on their journey and save them from themselves. And then, when they wonder what use we are with our teachings and our empty platitudes," he broke the odd shoulder hug and slapped his hands together, "BAM! We show them our true abilities! It will be magnificent!"


Then, El Saldo turned to the priest, and said, "My title is El Saldo. It requires the definite article, or it is but a shell my friend."

 

[Xenonia]

Emerald stood still once more, again absolutely terrified by the goings on around her. In fact, at this point, the feeling went past terrified. It was some kind of ultra-terror, perhaps even hyper-terror. A "reverse Nirvana", complete unenlightenment levels of horror. She tried to speak up, to beg Vallen and Ayrenn not to go, or at least to take her with them, but she could not. Her body would not let her. As they began to fade from view, Emerald fell to her knees and began to sob. Her dreams were once more shattered by the cruel nature of fate. Her new friends left, their quest likely in shambles... And it was all the fault of that brute. Emerald had never truly felt hate before. She had hardly ever even experienced "anger". But now, in this moment, when everything she had just gained was so cruelly taken away from her, she finally knew what it was loathe someone so deeply that you wished them nothing but ill. And she felt that way about Ajax. Rising from her slumped position, Emerald boldly, blinded with fury, marched up to Ajax, stopping just short of the ape of a man, and gave him a strong punch in the chest. All it did was hurt Emerald's wrist.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Pressmaster Crawley cared little for the events around him. He would keep it in mind, when preparing the lashes for when the future sailors misbehaved on the sea. As it stood the actions on shoreleave, didn't matter much. After all land was not nearly as treacherous a thing as the harsh waves.


Of course shoreleave would get rowdy, and this, Crawley knew from experience. He was amused at how tame it was. Though he knew this was merely because his crew had no experience upon the seas.


Idly he tapped on his cat of nine tails, as he simply glanced around the area. He peered back at the purple haired wretch. She would not be able to run things shipshape.


Pressmaster Crawley, would get things running. This unruly lot would become professional seafaring sailors. Whether they wanted to did not matter. What did matter is that he needed to wrench these unruly thugs and miscreants into serving.


As such he howled at an incredible booming voice, dripping with authoritative charisma, honed from years at sea. "AVAST!" He took quick, darting glances around the area.


"I can see shoreleave got t'yer heads! That ends." He instinctively tapped on the cat of nine tails once more. "Thou hast all heard o'thar tomb, piled wit bounties 'n treasures mos' rich! That whar we be headin'." After all he agreed to it, as the tomb may have the prize he sought. Plus he could perform some tasks of breaking them in, a bit before the proper training aboard the ship.


"T'venture be callin'! Why waste yer energy, when creatures be needin' t'be slain!? When thar be loot needan t'be carried!? It be time t'shove off!" He decried as he did an over the top beckoning gesture.


"Y'best believe in adventure-" he gave a boisterous smirk as he held out his hands. "CAUSE YER GOIN' ON'UN!"

 

[Darksoul180]

Gustav's face was expressing so much joy, it is almost as if he had just climaxed. He threw his hands up, and then embraced his fellow religious partaker by throwing his arms down on his shoulders. Slightly shaking him.


"El Saldo! You good Sir are a wise man! I am very glad to have your company! Now let's go prove whose faith is stronger, and help our new friends together! Prove our strengths to them!"





The priest let the man go, and then started waling towards the door where he had heard the Pressmaster shouting about the adventurer. Gustav looked back at El Saldo, almost skipping with joy.


"Come, come! We are wasting the beautiful day light! I am so excited to show you the powers of my Goddess, and interested in your own! Much to prove, much to show! So much land to traverse!"





The priest announced pretty much skipping out the door with joy and delight!

 

[DergTheDergon]

As Ayrenn lashed out at Ajax, all Vallen could do for a few moments was stand in awe. Awe of Ayrenn's bravery, of her conviction, of how she mercilessly attacked a man more than twice her size, futilely at that, then told him exactly what she thought of him, holding nothing back. 'I'm in love, there's no doubt...' Vallen's gem heart glowed brightly as he witnessed Ayrenn's bravery.


Just then, his awe was doubled: Emerald, the last person Vallen would ever expect to come to violence for any reason, did just that. Then he realized how cowardly he must look, especially to Ajax, when he allowed two women to attack first. Nearly without thinking, he leaped towards Ajax, right gauntlet seething with intense Yier energy, attempting to land a third punch, screaming "YOU HEARD HER, COWARD!"

 

[CallSign]

"Yessss, I am quite hungry," Lily answered the samurai. She looked down to see the jar of golden honey in his hand. "Honey? Dessspite my teef, I am no bea-" She was interrupted by another growl of her stomach. "Okay, I'll give it a try."


Lily accepted the jar from Hachi and popped the lid off with her fangs. She poured the sweet, sticky liquid into her mouth as quickly as the honey would flow, and the more she swallowed, the less draconic her features became. Finished, she handed the emptied jar back to Hachi. "Thanks. That'll take the edge off, but I really need some meat."

 

[ComradeSenpai]

"Hold that thought." Hachi said, dashing forward with the speed of a wasp. The samurai's arm swung out, making a hook under Emerald's knees. The other tried to catch her around the shoulder, attempting to swing her body up into a princess carry.


"There's no need for someone like you to fight." Hachi said. "When it comes to fighting, just leave it to me."


Turning his coat, he walked back to Lily.


"Let them figure it out. If that archer wants to act like an adult, she must learn to stand on her own two feet. In the meantime, we still haven't gotten breakfast. Come, I might have something in my saddlebags. We may eat before we depart."

 

[MechaGhoul]

Pressmaster Crawley looked on at the scene, incredibly bored. And of course, quite annoyed. He smirked as he shook his head, "Aye, 'suppose I can let t'lot 'ave a bit of more fun on shoreleave."


Pressmaster Crawley began laughing in a cheerful and lighthearted manner, " Y'lot have yer bit o'fun wit' shoreleave! I can't refuse my sailors t'fun of being in sucha spectacle!"


He began laughing as he peered back at Beltway and Laria. "Right." He mused to himself, these two wouldn't be able to survive in a battle of shoreleave. Well, maybe the bard could. But why allow such damage? The shedevil, she had to live in order to find him his prize. As such, Pressmaster Crawley quickly reached over in an attempt to wrap one of his arms around Beltway's shoulder. And with the free-arm he reached over to grip at the forearm of Laria.


He gave a sigh, as he quickly began escorting them out of the tavern. "Can't let either o'thou stay thar." And so heading outside, he needed to make sure he dropped them off in a location with calmer waters. Metaphorically speaking of course, considering they were still on land.


"Shoreleave'll end. Then I'll lead us thar." Spoke the Pressmaster.

 

[Zerohex]

"See? I knew you had some fight in you", Ajax said as Ayrenn charged him, leaving herself open to a myriad of counterattacks. Punches, kicks, any form of grappling, even headbutting the small, delicate hand coming his way just to teach this woman how easy it is to shatter an untrained, unprotected fist. Instead he just stood there, with a cocky grin and still holding on to a jar of honey, as the etherborn's punch landed right on his face to absolutely no effect. He didn't flinch, he didn't blink, he didn't even change facial expressions and not a single drop of sweet nectar was spilled.


He even let the woman say her piece, the grin still plastered on his face. It was hard for this woman's words to have any effect when she'd just done what Ajax wanted her to, assert her position and authority through force. "Nice try, but your hand's killing you innit?" he said as he took a step away from the Etherborn, putting the jar of honey aside and undoing the pin on his left shoulder that held his robes together. The garment fell to the floor, leaving Ajax clad in nothing but his caligae and a white loincloth, exposing as much of his freakishly chiseled body as decency allowed.


He was covered in scars from head to toe, his bronzen skin leathery and coarse from exposure to the elements and intentional harm from man and beast alike. Every striking surface had been honed to the point where they were covered in rock-like growths and every muscle seemed even more solid than those of an actual statue. He wasn't just big and it wasn't just for show. It was a body that knew nothing but battle, nothing but striving for a level of excellence that could only be seen as madness and self-mutilation by any logical, right-thinking being.


Taking a deep breath, Ajax tensed his entire body as he raised his arms high and pressed his legs close together, givng them the slightest bend. His every muscle expanded and bulged into unbelievable prominence. It was a raw, primal demonstration of power, pure animal intimidation. This creature that called itself Ajax was an apex predator, standing atop the foodchain not through guile or tools or skills, not through the support of civilization but through making itself more dangerous than anything around him. He looked down to Ayrenn.


"I don't know you, but you were running like a coward. You should always stand up for what you believe in! I never run. Look at this body. This is true strength, this is the courage to never back down, to always push forward". Before he could continue, he felt another soft blow land on his fully open stomach and grinned at Emerald. "See? She didn't like me, so she came to fight me first. That's what it takes, that's the attitude of the strong!". He slowly exhaled and let his body go back to normal, slowly clapping for both women. "A step in the right direction for you two".


Of course, things couldn't just end there in a good note. No, the manservant that did anything for women jumped in as well, trying to throw a third punch and accusing Ajax of being a coward. Him. The guy jumping in for a sneak attack only after two women had taken the initiative despite knowing themselves outmatched and whose first reaction to being challenged by Ajax was putting his weapon away and running after the blonde etherborn. What a pissant. His actions did not please Ajax at all. In fact, they pretty much drained any goodwill from him.


As Hachi carried Emerald away, which got him a nod of approval from Ajax, the pankratiast burst into action. The idiot had leaped into the punch, perhaps hoping Ajax would be distracted enough that he wouldn't be able to exploit this vulnerable but power-enhancing method. Ducking his head to his left with a regular boxing bobbing motion, taking it off the path of the obviously high punch, Ajax shifted his body in that same direction, known as weaving, while throwing a looping overhand right aimed at the momentarily airborn monk's potentially unprotected head.

 

[DergTheDergon]

About midway though Vallen's leaping punch, he realized he had just left himself open. He raised the back of his other gauntlet to block the punch, concentrated Yier visibly gathering and then dispersing around his hand. this caused Vallen to fall and roll on the ground, before stopping lying flat on his back, crying out in pain. He knew that if he had not made such a quick decision, he'd almost certainly be out cold right now.


He looked up at the living mountain called Ajax and spoke pained, venom-filled words. "Your body is strong. Very strong. But your heart and mind are weak. You've bested me, I won't deny that, but you use your strength only for your own selfish reasons, and that's why you're a coward." Vallen laid there for a while, trying to regain his compusure through the pain.

 

[Boomrocker]

"Ay dios mio that boy is going to get himself killed," El Saldo murmured, looking at the ceiling as though quietly conversing with someone up there. If a response was forthcoming, he didn't stick around to listen. Instead, he departed the tavern following his excitable new priest friend... and was greeted by a curious sight.


"What is this?" he asked, almost rhetorically as he weaved through the crowd to where the Etherborn man had been laid out flat by the now shirtless hunk of man meat. "Have you flattened this man?" he asked the humanoid hulk. Then, he turned to address the prone Etherborn. "You, did you aggravate the man who likes to punch those that aggravate him?" He held out a hand to help him up. His friendly attitude did not once waver. "Many people today demonstrate a strong wish to be turned into gazpacho, my friend!"

 

[DergTheDergon]

Vallen took the man's hand and pulled himself up. "Yes, you could say that... call me foolish but I simply could not keep myself from lashing out at a man who tried to claim that beautiful creature over there for breakfast," he pointed towards Kyubi, "who happens to be this beautiful maiden's companion and dear friend," he said while pointing towards Ayrenn.

 

[Zerohex]

"Aaayyy, you keep calling me a coward, I don't think you know what that means. I ain't afraid, specially not of you", Ajax said as he very calmly allowed this interloper to help his opponent up. In a fight with someone worth fighting against, he wouldn't have let this happen. No sir, he would've shoved the unwanted guest away, tackled Vallen into the ground and pounded his dumb face into paste. But then why bother with this guy, he was pathetic and would probably cry about how fighting on the ground was unfair or cowardly or something. He shrugged at El Saldo.


"He's talking isn't he? Could've done worse but wasn't worth it. He calls me a coward but runs like a little girl and only started fighting when I was busy. I could walk into a forest and find a better fight. One that doesn't run errands and backstabs for pussy". Ajax laced his fingers together and extended his arms and shoulders, palms facing forwards towards Vallen and Saldo, stretching his upper back. Once more his muscles rippled and tensed under the sun, plain for all to see. Again he was bitching about the animal. At least he had the time right, breakfast.


"You're a moron", he nodded at Vallen. "You try to defend an animal that attacked you, you talk about this woman like she's your girlfriend but wouldn't fight for her when I called you out and now that she's showing some balls you come in here and try to cheapshot me. And you suck at it. I don't like that priest guy but you, if you try to fuck with me again, I'm going to kill you". It wasn't so much a threat as a statement from Ajax. There should be no doubt in anyone's mind that he would do it. "We clear? We can go on this quest and I'll put up with you, I'll even keep your sorry ass safe from whatever you can't fight and maybe you can learn a thing or two, but try to punch me again and I'mma kill you".

 

[DergTheDergon]

Vallen glared towards Ajax, Ready to defend himself from an onslaught. Brutes like him always took the opportunity to finish off a downed opponent. However, they only do so when their opponent seems worth the effort, and Ajax's words quite clearly demonstraed that Vallen was not what ajax considered a worthy opponent. As far as Vallen was concerned, Ajax's statements about him were all nearly dead wrong. There were a few small truths scattered about, sure, but he wasn't about to go out and admit that. He decided to let Ajaxt hink whatever he damn well pleases for now.


When Ajax was done speaking, Vallen sighed and calmed down. "Clear as crystal. I'm obviously no match for you yet, and I'll take this opportunity to learn from the best so I can one day beat the best. I'm not going to argue how wrong you are about everything you just assumed about me. Keep in mind that we've only just met and so neither of us have any right to assume such things about eachother."


Vallen then turned to El Saldo. "Thank you very much for your kind gesture, but I'd advise never getting in between him and a still-breathing opponent ever again unless you also want to be 'Gazpacho', whatever that is."

 

[Darksoul180]

Gustav's joyful skipping was interrupted by the colossal man talking to the monk. The monk had been bested in a fight, but luckily not killed. The priest watched his new friend pick up the monk. As he priest heard Ajax's words expressing his disapproval of Gustav. Gustav was an understanding fellow, but he always let when people disliked him bother him. He expected a man such as him to dislike him, and there was not much to do about that. Gustav knew that when he first shared words with the man. Although, this would not stop Gustav in his quest to prove the power of his Goddess. Crea would prevail! The priest just knew, and his triumphant smile returned.


"Vallen, please listen to El Saldo here, he has a point. None of us want to be 'gazpacho' today, nor tomorrow, nor at all. We do not have to like each other, and we should not have to fight, violence will solve nothing. It will harm one or the other party, causing more anger. Angry people do not learn, they only act on emotion and impulse. So please Vallen, please try to control yourself, your hot headed outbursts have caused a few fights today. I know you have agreed to not fight and learn, but i have seen that you act on emotions alone currently. I suggest you work on changing that."





The priest said in a soft tone to the Monk, trying to cheer him up, but at the same time lecture him about his mistakes. Then he turned to the stone skinned one.


"Also, for you sir, i do not believe i have a proper name to call you by yet, and you express disapproval of the Barrel title. Also, I know i can not keep you from your life style, but can ask you to attempt not to turn our party into a powder spice for your meals. I trust your word that you will deal with us and protect us, but know i will not stand for any un-called for beatings. Also, if there is a possible way to talk our ways out of a situation, rather than resort to violence, i will always try to work it out with words. If all else fails, i will let you, well, take care of things in your methods. I may be a small man in your eyes, but i have a large heart, and i care for many. I enjoy helping others and spreading the love of my Goddess. I only ask you to understand my methods, which may seem unconventional to you."





Gustav was looking dead eyed at the man, taking in a stern tone, but his smile never left his face. He hoped that the large man would come to reason with it as well, as it was a rather agreeable, that they both be open to each others ideals. It would not be much good if they were fighting over killing or saving every thing they pass.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Vallen listened to Gustav's speech and sighed dejectedly. "I... understand. I will try my best to do so, but my master taught me to always act out against the sources of my anger. I realize now that that is not always the best course of action. To be entirely honest I am not sure why I decided to lash out in this particular instance... now that I think about it, I did not intend to attack that man, until Ayrenn bravely confronted him. I think at that moment... I felt her own anger, took it upon myself, and acted on it. It's a strange feeling, such a thing has never happened to me before... but then again I've never felt about someone else the way I am beginning to feel about her..." He found himself gazing towards ayrenn as he came to this conclusion.

 

[Xenonia]

Emerald didn't know why, but as Hachi carried her away from Ajax, she started to get much sadder. She had heard Vallen's words as they departed, and... Her heart was breaking. Not literally, of course, but it felt that way. To hear the man she had feelings for confess his love for another? It hurt worse than her hand did after punching Ajax.

 

[Boomrocker]

El Saldo, ever wise, put his arm over the shoulder the young monk in what he considered to be a comforting, familial manner. In truth, seeing as the young man was about six inches taller than him, it was more awkward than anything, but darnit he was trying!


The old pagan missionary saw the glances thrown from the monk to the girl with the deer and let out a quiet tch. "Young man, I see and hear distressing things and I grow worried for you, and for all of us. Tell me of your master, I wish to know more." He started to walk, slowly, attempting to lead Vallen away from the crowd a little so he could speak to him privately. Whether or not Vallen resisted his coaxing was entirely up to him.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

After the entire dilemma was over, the large white deer slowly made his way back towards the group. His head bobbed up and down, and his small tail flicked from side to side. Ayrenn had been distracted by other affairs, and he continued to wait by her until things had calmed down. When they did, he watched his companion gaze back at the blue robed man with a shocked expression. But her lips curled into a delicate smile soon after.


Jealousy struck Kyubi, and he stepped close towards her. His ears were pressed against his head as he stared at the monk. To get her attention, he grunted softly and nudged her stomach.


After hearing Vallen speak, Ayrenn's gem heart once again began to glow. She smiled a small smile, but it was full of warmth. Kyubi pushed his nose into her stomach, and wailed softly. Her gaze returned back to the deer, petting his soft fur gently.


"What's wrong, Kyubi?" Ayrenn murmured, frowning worriedly. But the deer did not look up, and continued to occupy her attention.

 

[Blumenkranz]

The scholar turned her head just to see a curious scene happening before her eyes. Fists flew all across the place, trying to hit a really scary looking giant. Laria recognized him as the man who asked who was ready for an adventure in a loudness far from appropriate for her delicate eardrums.


"Hey, hey! Can we all just get along?", said the librarian with her trademark timid voice, a severe expression of concern in her face. "You are supposed to be friends, not ene...!".


The girl got interrupted by Pressmaster Crawley's sudden pull. Before she could react, she was already out of the tavern, looking incredulous at the two men.


"W-what shall we do now?", said Laria. "We have to stop them before they get turned into salmorejo!".

 

[MechaGhoul]

Pressmaster Crawley glanced at Laria before laughing hysterically. "It be shoreleave. Fairly tame fer t'merriment." His lips curled into a devilish smirk, as he shook his head. "Och-aye yeomen wi'little experience indeed." He gave another chuckle.


"Afta t'strikan o'fleshy bits of another, a mariner always be in a more chipper mood." He flicked out his tongue, while darting a gaze towards the tavern. "Less t'practice was too rough on t'one bested." He gave a nod at Laria as he rolled his shoulders.


Matthew stroked at his beard, "That bein' said, and now that I got ya out." He peered at them, "Why don'tcha prepare ta shove off? Such as if'n thar are any lingeran seamen out yonder, fetch'em. Some manner of mor-" He pointed to Beltway, "Think o'stories so sweet fer maintainin' morale." He then glanced at Laria, "Keep proper navigation, jus' make sure t'give the direction to thar tomb."


Pressmaster Crawley held up his left index finger, and twirled it around. "I'll check 'pon t'lot." And so with some pieces and preparations done, Crawley swaggered back into the tavern. "If only it were a port tavern." He muttered out as he began chuckling.


He eyed the vicinity of the tavern's interior as he spoke up. "Aye so y'lot of seamen have yer fill? Grown tired o'the fist impactin against fellow mariner? For service at thar tomb calls. 'Tis time t'set sail."

 

[DergTheDergon]

Vallen gave a confused glance at the strange, rather short man's awkward gesture, but decided to walk with him anyway, whilst also keeping an eye on where Ayrenn was, not wanting to stray too far from her.


"Well, I suppose I should start with the fact that he found me alone and crying when I was just a babe. He's the closest thing I have to a father, and probably the sole reason I still live. He is a Master of the way of the Bursting Palm, a martial art that involves manipulating Yier to increase the strength of your attacks and defenses. One day, when I was still a child, he told me he noticed great potential in me, and so began to train me."

 

[Zerohex]

Ajax just stared at the little pissant he'd just punched in the face and who was breathing entirely because of his mercy talking about arguing with him. He said he wasn't going to kill him unless he tried attacking him again, but that didn't mean he was about to let things slide. "How am I wrong? Go on, tell me. You protected an animal that attacked you, you act like blondie over there's your girl but wouldn't fight for her when I called you out and when she was showing some balls you tried to cheapshot me. And you sucked at it. All I've seen you do is run after pussy".


He rolled his eyes at the priest's overlong spiel, but let him finish rather than just cut him off. Gods, was this place nothing but wussies? "I am Ajax, son of Diagoras of Sedohr the ten time champion boxer in state-recognized contests. And I don't care that you're small, it's that you're weak and make others like you. I know your deal. Depending on some god for everything, talking bout love and keeping people hooked to that shit when they could be getting stronger on their own. You ain't helpin, you just make sure they need you and your pity".


He grunted and moved away from Gustav, feeling he was not yet done with Vallen. Oh no, him talking about how he was taught to act out against the sources of his anger had just given Ajax more fuel for the fire. This little shit tried to sound self righteous when he was taught to act like Ajax? He wasn't about to let that go. And he was still talking about doing things for pussy. He turned to Gustav one last time. "Same deal as the other little shit, you stay outta my way and I'll teach you how the world works, try to get funny with me and I'mma break you in half".


He chased after El Saldo and Vallen, only stopping to scoop up his robes and his jar of honey, and listened intently to the younger man's story of his master who had taught him to attack anything that upset him. He could've commented on the potential bit and how it was clearly bullshit to him but instead he just burst out laughing. "BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No wonder you're such a shit! Magic martial arts! Kid that's the queerest thing I've ever heard. Oh look at me I'm a wizard but I punch people! You just end up being bad at magic and bad at punching. And I want you to tell me how I was wrong before, please, I'm dying to know".

 

[DergTheDergon]

Vallen turned and glared towards Ajax. If he didn't know he'd probably end up dead because of it, he'd attack the pissant again. "Whether you want me to tell you or not, it's clear that you won't understand no matter what I say. You're set on believing I'm weak, pathetic, fake and stupid, so why should I bother?! I'm done with you." He turned his back and began to storm off.