[i] "I am not weak and I am no coward!"[/i]

“Oh? What a terrible temper you have!”

Spencer retched himself away from the walls of the Imperium Library, dusting his coat off and still smiling lightly. If he was fazed at all by this violent turn of events, then he was a master of hiding it.

“Oh, you public menace! Look what you’ve done to that poor wall. And my suit! Well, let’s reevaluate, hmm? You’re weak, sensitive, [i]and[/i] you’ve got a problem with constructive criticism. Tell me again…why shouldn’t I arrest you on the spot again?”
 
A dark aura began to surround Spencer, splashing all around and engulfing Cyrias. Despite his unspoken gesture, his posture said it all. It was beckoning to the Minotaur, daring him to strike again once more. Daring him to do it…and then find out who would be the one with a few broken bones.

[i] "And you think that this all doesn't make me feel anything?"[/i]

Melody frowned and stepped back, a little hurt by her new commander’s sarcastic tone. She should have known better than to make things personal. Wasn’t that what the Imperium taught her? For the sake of the citizens, she had to put her feelings away.

“R-Right. Sorry about that commander,” she mumbled, looking down. “So, where to first?”