Darrian smirked when the other man said that they should pursue. Finally, some action. He would once again dirty his sword with the blood of his enemies. And, if he was lucky, he would end the Shepherds that night. He would finally sleep well, and he would wake up every morning well rested and happy. He would return to Ylisse where he would possibly pick a queen to produce his heir. And he would then train his heir to become a man or woman like himself... ambitious, aggressive, and strong. He would leave him in charge of all of the continents and die peacefully in bed. Of course, it didn't matter where he went next- whether he burned in Hell or flourished in the afterlife. He would have left his mark on the world already. His eyes rested north and, grinning, looked over at Xanxus. [b]"I hope that you're ready to redeem yourself,"[/b] he annoying picked on the fact that Xanxus had not won his previous battle, smirking in mischief but his eyes showing slight anger and annoyance at one of his best generals. [b]"Because if you fail again, I'll make sure that your rank will be stripped from you faster than you can apologize. You'll be riding at the back at the group for years."[/b] 

Perhaps he shouldn't have threatened him, but Darrian didn't give a fuck. He was miffed that Xanxus had failed him, even though it was one of his first times that he did. His second, actually. His first was allowing for Shepherds to escape the shadow of death. And now this? He huffed and edged his horse onward, heading north.