[b][color=red]Sable Rhodroth - Wretched One[/color][/b]

As fired up as he was, he spotted Cyn stumble and waver before falling, the ferociousness in his expression soften as he grabbed her with one of his arms than guarded her as solid water-fist attacked him. He felt the intense hatred first, his eyes sharpening before the water jabbed him in the jaw. His instincts kicked in then, he jolted off to the side, sliding in a whirlwind until he found his enemy's face. A straight-lined frown turned his expression grim. The same warm voice echoed from before. 

[i]"If you're a guild, take care of your friends. That is all I have to say."[/i]
 
He lowered Cynthia down to the ground and walked around her, for whatever reason, a enemy guild had just attacked him. In front of the others no less! It was just his bad luck that he chose a Dragon Slayer to fight or else that sneak attack might have worked. Occasionally it slipped the minds of the fodder that Dragon Slayers were like apex predators, they were honed for combat against the mightiest sentient beings ever to walk Ishgal. It took but one mistake for a "capable" Dragon Slayer to counterattack. Even still, he got a bad feeling from the guy.   

"Don't interfere," he told the others, a fanged smile enhancing his already challenging expression. 

Without warning he smashed flame charged fist into the ground, tearing up the tiles and flooring as it raced towards the intruder. His opponent was some kind of water warrior and he was in a hot springs, not exactly the smartest place to be. In the mist of it all he rushed through the debris and reached for the man's jaw, hoping to spring him through the floors and out onto the Guild's main hall.