[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]WRETCHED ONE[/color][/b]

Slowly, his brows started to furrow in his sleep, the moments before were still vivid in his head. He groaned lightly before standing up and staring at the crowd. He growled at Aiden, who didn't help him at all during the Harpy gang up. Without a hint or gesture, he looked down at the writing in front of him. 

"The hell is that?" he demanded from the crowd, he could practically sense the magic emanating from the letters. "If its some kind of stipulation for me getting out of here, you can just shove it. I don't need that, I'll just break your magic if I have too!." 

A massive flame flowed from his fist as he punched the barrier in front of him, the explosion engulfed transparent room and rebounded him against the other side. The attack didn't hurt that much but it packed enough power to make him rub the back of his throbbing head. It took him but a moment to see the futility of it, he wasn't going to waste magic power trying to escape, the Masters had taught him better than that at least. He walked over to the girl who put up the spell, the smell of her made him agitated. 

"Hey," he said, leaning onto the barrier with both palms out. "Let me go won't ya? If I adhere to that dumb rule, how the hell am I suppose to get stronger? And on top of that, how would I take you out for dinner later?" he asked, his expression changing into kind smile. A farce of course but he had a mission to get to... and a couple of asses to kick.