Re: Ketzi'ah, Demon of Envy (Grave;Cross)
"... Fat?" Cynder grimaced, eyebrows twitching as he tried to figure out how to feel about this. On one hand, he so did not need that guy to remember what happened. He had enough mortification to last him a good time. On another... Being called fat by that asshole who tried to kill him angered Grave on some level. He was somehow feeling annoyed by this. Or maybe because the guy wasn't being cooperative, he wasn't certain. He felt tired, somehow, depressed, humiliated... Yup, it had to be his patience running out. Anger felt like a nice change of pace after the above, though.
Watching the man with a poker face, Grave considered his options. Face off against him here and now? Could be tricky, he was a good fighter. Let him pass and ambush him? Viable, but kinda eh. Or maybe let him pass and fight him as a monster? Tempting... But likely to result in a repeat of last time. Cynder wasn't so eager about that. Sighing, the half-blood dismissed the magic knife, silently wishing he had taken the time to re-arm himself earlier. Oh well, he'd have to make do without Cynthia's sword.
"Okay then, let's set a couple things straight, shall we?" Grave spoke up, stepping forward to block the man's path inside. "One, that's not my sister. Rather..." He paused, grimacing again. Should he really explain this? Not like the guy would care. Might be a bad idea. "Let's just say... She wasn't too thrilled about what happened either, but when you're a monster, sometimes you can't control yourself. Trust me, I know what I am talking about."
"Two, if you somehow managed to kill her, you'd end up pissing off most of the individuals here, which include a ridiculously overpowered goblin, a strong alp and one of the Seven Sins. The first and third one would likely be particularly mad and string you up by your intestines. So." Grave focused, calling a sword into existence and taking a stance. "If you insist on continuing, then technically what I'm about to do counts as an act of mercy. Since I'm willing to end this without gutting you. Of course, if you reconsider, I am perfectly willing to let the matter drop."
"Finally, on behalf of myself and my female half... For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Cynder grimaced again. Unpleasant as it was to say this, it was probably his best bet at ending the mess peacefully. "Like I said, you're not the only person who isn't thrilled about this, but shit just happens and I had little say in it, actually. So can we please just... I don't know, agree to forget about all this? I've had enough trouble in the past few weeks and a third fight to the death in only a couple days does not sound like my idea of fun."