[h2]Couple's spat.[/h2] Mar froze. Her eyes narrowed on the diplomat as he uttered the words she had been accustomed to hearing in her homeland. However she hadn't expected the news of Mesa Gaan to happen. Never in her wildest nightmares did the extinction of her race ever occur to her. At hearing the venom spat her eyes flashed red. Wrath. Hate. Anger. All three danced in her core and flooded her center, a reaction foreign in her experience, creating intensity in her mind. One which was almost physically painful. Her knuckles tightened about her weapon as she glared at the man, her fangs still erected and twitched to sink into his throat. [color=f7976a]"Monster..."[/color] She said quietly, her body tensed and corded with emotion. It took a moment, several in fact, to realize who stood in front of her. Althalus' image came into her awareness suddenly. His words sounded like they were filtered through water and barely registered through the pain. Mar spoke in a cold tone, a single warning. [color=f7976a]"Move Althalus..."[/color] [i]Oh Gods...[/i] This was going to end badly. Horribly. Potentially painfully. He could feel it. Still, he couldn't let her do this. Not now, not while she was in this state and she could be blamed for it. Then the College would definitely kill her. Or at the very least exile her and Lyn. Very slowly, very carefully, Althalus removed the few remaining daggers he had hidden in his armor and then threw them behind him. [i]Oh please let reason work for once...[/i] He prayed to whoever might be listening, and be helpful. "Mar. You can't do this. He is a godsdamned fool, and an ass, but he didn't kill your people. It hurts. I know it fucking hurts. But killing him won't bring them back, or make you feel better. I tried. I know. So please. Put down-" Althalus's words changed into an abrupt shout of alarm as her tail whipped at his legs. Fortunately enough, he was prepared for something like this and leapt upwards out of the way. He landed in a crouch, ready to dodge again. "Fine. Hit me. Beat me. But by all the Gods I'm not letting you do this to yourself." Mar merely hissed. It seemed she wouldn't waste breath or bother, her emotions bubbling to the surface. She was obvious to the incident between Grey and the diplomat, her mind dimming slightly in anything above emotion. If she had, though she would've detested Grey's reaction, her heart would've appreciated his overreaction. Her eyes held something Althalus would've never seen. Flickering with hatred and pain, her tail lashed out again. It swung at his middle and aimed to toss him from her reach and ability to stop her. Althalus hit the ground as Mar's tail whistled over head. In an instant he was back on his feet, ready to move again. "Mar, you don't want to..." He trailed off as he saw the look in her eyes. She was clearly not willing to listen to reason. [i]Well. At least if they have strong emotions they don't last long...right?[/i] He couldn't quite remember what Mar had actually said to him, and wasn't about to waste valuable time trying to search his memory. "Okay." He said quietly. "Try not to break my spine. I rather like living." Again, Mar's tail lashed out like before and at thigh level. He jumped like before but this time, the tail end nearest her torso jerked bring her closer. Her hand subconsciously dropped her weapon while her hand reached out to touch him, waiting to throw him away and out of the way.Mar's teeth still exposed and twitched, her body eager to release whatever possessed her inside. Althalus was in midair when he realized Mar's hand was coming for him. He jerked backwards as best he could, but only succeeded in keeping her hand from his throat, it grasping his chest armor. And with that, she tossed him out of the way. Immediately as he hit the ground, she started moving towards the diplomat, who was about to be killed by Grey. Once again Althalus was on his feet in a heartbeat, taking a brief run before leaping at Mar's back and attempting to get an arm around her throat. Whatever he was attempting to say to Mar was changed into a shout of pain as his hands touched Mar's skin. Agony shot through them. Still he just shouted again and continued trying. Mar's torso tossed herself forward, trying to throw Althalus over her shoulder. Her waist bent and tail widened, creating a base, while she reached her hands up to aid her. Wound oozed as Althalus' hand tried to get around and her hand clasped around his elbow and wrenched it back trying to stop him. Althalus tightened his arm around Mar's neck, more from the reflexive tightening against the agony searing through his body as Mar's hand touched his face than any conscious effort against her pulling hand. If he had planned to say something, it was lost in the gritting of teeth and heartfelt groan of pain. Mar's hands clawed and tore at his arm, ripping into the shirt. Her torso twisted and withered about as air seemed unable to reach her lungs. He had tilted her head enough, nested under her chin, preventing her from biting into his arm with her fangs. His muscles flexed and tightened, closing off her throat until her body became sluggish. Mar thrashed her torso and back against the ground, both scrapping her side and likely Althalus until her body started to pass out. Althalus let out more grunts of pain as he hit the ground, pain not leaving any room for regret. When Mar finally stopped moving and passed, out(as was evidenced by the end of the new waves of agony going into his body), Althalus let go and rolled off of her. For a moment, he just laid there, waiting for the pain to lessen. When it finally did, he slowly picked himself up. "I'm going to find whoever taught her to do that, and I'm going to hit them. Grey, put the diplomat down I didn't just go through that so you could kill him, Leith thank you for being reasonable, and does anyone have any bandages and such I can borrow?" He gestured to Mar, burying the guilt he felt for doing that to her down. He would apologize later. "She appears to have reopened her wound...and made a few new ones."