Someone grabbed his sleeve, and he turned to see Xanxus threatening him. Darrian snarled as he continued to cling to him, sitting up straighter and narrowing his eyes. Who the hell did he think he was?! He was the Exalt, and he was just some general. He had no right to threaten him. At all. But instead of running him through and slaughtering him on the spot, he stayed on his horse. No. He would be able to kill him, he was sure of it. Just... not now. They were hot on the Shepherds' heels, and they could not afford any battles in their own ranks. One day, he told himself, one day he would be the ruler of all of the lands, and he would be able to execute Xanxus, Lantus, and anyone else who stood in his way if he decided to. Xanxus quickly cooled down, seemingly bored as he rode beside him. He snorted, glowering at him. Darrian had no words to hiss back at him, for he truly believed that Xanxus wouldn't care if he cussed or cursed him. [b]"Whatever. I expect you to be at your best when we meet the Shepherds in combat."[/b] he told him, The Exalt continued to gallop at the fastest pace that the horse could travel. He dreamed of this moment, the time where he would slay the rest of the Shepherds once and for all... they would beg at his feet as he would raise his sword, and then he would watch their blood stain the yellow sands. [b]"If you see anything that is out of place, like smoke from camp, tell me."[/b] he told Xanxus as he looked around himself.