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

The air became tight and suffocating the moment Brad spoke. It was a quiet tingling that had Sable on edge, not because he was afraid or apprehension but because his anger had returned in full vigor. The slants of Sable's eyes narrowed as he raised off the barrier and stood oddly still in the middle of the white magic. Embers drifted from his skin as a crimson hue glowed from beneath him. 

"Cynthia," he called out far too calmly. "I can't agree to that stipulation. No way in hell. But I'll promise not to touch a Harpy member if you let down this ward." He dug his fingers into the skin of his palms, Brad was better off staying on his mission. No one insulted the Masters and got away with it 

"Just... [i]please[/i] let me out," he shivered lightly, shook with a emotion that couldn't quite be placed. The embers turned into drifting flames as he directed his gaze towards Brad. Usually he could sense a joke but with Brad, it always seemed like he was so condescending and harsh as if he was truly that disrespectful. 

"...Aplogize, Brad. Take it back!"