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

Sable smirked at Aiden's comment. If the Ice Boy really thought he'd beat him, than by all means he could try. But it would never happen, never in Aiden's life, only a few people could beat him and he already had them on a certain list. Sable found the energy to stab Aiden with a challenging gaze. 

"Yea right, no way will you ever beat me dickwad. Haven't you noticed, those flames earlier would had decimated your ice toys," he told him, feeling almost absolute that they would have. He felt his back crick with pain and clench up, one eye closing. "D-Dammit." 

Than he turned to Aria, teeth clenched in agony. "As if I need you tell me that." 

He fixed himself right, directing a warmth to the pained area, it soothed made it bearable. He shivered before straightening himself and rebuking his crippled state. Even worse was the fact that the chill down his back felt eerie, as if he was in danger or something. But he wasn't really in danger. This feeling was different for sure. 

The situation was turning so complex, people were talking and decisions weren't being made. If he could, he would had been long gone but his body was killing him. He turned to yell at Sora but the moment he did, a spear pierced the man's gut. Sable noticed the multiple scents closing in on them and made sure to put himself in front of Cynthia and Aria as they closed them in. 

A sharp tsk left him. He wasn't fit for a fight but that had never stopped him before. He smirked, more like snarled with confidence. "Get killed?" he mocked, flames erupting over his body. "Yea right, you and your weak squad won't beat me!" he yelled, taking a harsh foot forwards, flames growing and shrinking from the strain of forcing his magic.

He hadn't noticed but his breathing had become haggard. [i]Shit, my stomach is hurting like hell. My whole body feels as if its tightening up on me.[/i]

[b]DECISION MADE: FIGHT[/b]