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

After everything had established itself, Sable found himself with a cheerful grin. The new stipulations was more than doable, in fact, he would love to have a buffer between him and Aiden. As much as he enjoyed a good bout, Aiden was family and it wasn't like he enjoyed arguing with the guy. Not to mention, his cold aura always bothered him in one way or another. 

He placed a palm on the barrier and smirked, his brown eyes rather kind when compared to his norm. "I, Sable Rhodroth, agree to these terms," he uttered before suddenly stumbling forwards.

He balanced himself and looked around. The damage he had caused was evident by the holes and scorched marks on the large concrete blocks. Marduk certainly was right, he couldn't live without being rambunctious, it was in his blood. His Dragon Slayer training was basically a structure built on the explosive wildness of a blaze. He couldn't change something that barrel inside his heart. 

With a smirk, he picked up his carrier and walked over to the bag Marduk had dropped on the ground. "Listen here old man, anything you can do," he struggled with picking it up, straining his voice as he slipped it onto his back. "I can do ten times better!"  

He stomped slowly towards Aiden and Cynthia, straightening his back as best his could once at the exit, his black hair framing his face. "Alright. Cynthia, Aiden, we're heading out. Chrome!" he yelled out too. "If Brad comes back, let him know he'll have me to deal with later. That bastard won't get away with what he said." He left the guild after that, holding Marduk's bag with a severe determination that slowed his trek out.