[h1]Nidhogg[/h1]

"Call me a pet again, dear Maxie, and I'll do more to Jane then just splatter a bit of blood on her. . . and I'll be sure to give you a front row seat." The smile and mirth completely vanished from the monstrous mage's face, his voice full of menance and hatred as he held himself back from ripping out the arrogant brat's throat with his teeth. The last thing he wanted was for their fight to end with either Georgie or the other guild's coming to end the fun early. Still, if the fact that the room was drowning in his killing intent was enough to show that the comment had seriously pissed him off, then the fact that he saw the need to punch a hole in a nearby wall certainly would.

As he cooled himself off, he listened to Manami and Shiro, chuckling a bit at their apologies and explanations, waving them off with a lazy gesture.

"No need, I honestly don't care much any more, to be truthful. The boy would've been fun to play with for a few days, but I could tell that he was weak and not worth my time the moment I laid my eyes on him. He was just in the way at the time, and I was getting tired of dealing with small fry." Cracking his neck, Nidhogg called all of the blood in the room towards himself, having it slip back into his body as he sat down in a chair, looking towards the two for a second as he tried to think of something to do, but let out a sigh as he realized his stunt yesterday would obviously but the city on high alert, especially since no one had been caught for it. "Uhhhh, I'm so bored! Manami-chan~! Shiro-chan~! What am I supposed to do all day?" 

Nidhogg leaned back into his chair as far as he could, falling into a state of petulant child-ish on account of his boredom. He didn't feel like eating, couldn't do anything crazy, and didn't even have the games going on to hold his attention. This day o rest was becoming the most annoying thing he had to deal with this week, and he was considering just going over and stabbing Jane already just to give Maxie a reason to lose his cool and fight him. That was how bored he was getting.

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[h1][color=Red]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1]

Argus noticed that Thor had stayed back as he walked away, and that she was pissed at him for some reason, but he simply ignored her. He was busy instead zeroing on the a pair of assholes that just happened to be perfect targets for him to vent on. It was two men who were busy bothering some woman, trying to convince her to come with them. HE didn't need his magic to know what they were planning and that they wouldn't take no for an answer, but i certainly would help him explain his decision to get involved on some moral high ground, though morality was a small part of why he was doing this. He walked up to the two, making his presence known with a cough, causing the two men to look at him with an annoyed glare.

"Hey freak, scram! Me and my friend here are busy trying to talk to this young lady and you're-"

Before he could say anything more, a fist was sudddenly planted in his face, sending him into the wall behind him with a slam. He twitched once before he fell to the ground, the shallow up and down of his chest the only way to now if he was alive or not. A dangerous glare towards the other man sent him off running, and then Argus walked off, not sparing the woman a second glass as he felt his anger barely abate. Picking off local thugs wasn't going to do anything to help him calm down. He needed to really lay into something or someone. As he walked around the town, having given up on the outside of town, he spotted that weird spirit that Gaberiel had summoned. He considered walking off for a bit, but then a thought entered his head. [i]That spirit looks reasonably strong, and he seemed to be rather energetic. I wonder if he'd be willing to duke it out for a bit. If not, then hey, no harm in trying, but if he does . . . then I've found a great way to relieve this excess negativity.[/i]

"Hey," He said to his tag-along, who most likely didn't approve of his earlier actions and would likely report them, and what happened next, to Sanders. "I'm going to see if I can get a fight with Gaberiel's new spirit in order to get rid of this extra negative energy in a way that doesn't freak out the local populace and draw undue attention. If you could go tell Sanders so that he doesn't think I ran out on the guild when I don't come in for roll call or whatever soon."

As Argus smiled, a slightly twinge of pain stung his arm again, he grasped it, hissing in pain as it held onto him with the grip of a dragon's maw. Looking down, he saw the spot where that crystal woman had cut into his arm glowing ever so slightly, with the shadows of . . . [i]something[/i] moving underneath the surface of his skin. It felt as if the limb was shifting it's entire structure in the most painful ways possible, and it would take a moment for it to die down. When he looked down at the offending limb, he'd see that it was the same as it had been before, and a quick look around showed him that no one else seemed to have seen the glow. This, more than anything else, squashed any doubts he had that he needed to get this negativity out of him. He was losing it in this town, and the longer he stayed here, the worse it would seem to get.

As he got up from the ground, he walked towards the spirit, intent on completely shutting out the other man as he moved with purpose towards Leo.

"Hey, mind entertaining me with a bit of a spar?"

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