[u][b]Luke Schwarz -- Wow[/b][/u]

The verbose young man looked up at the pair, spearheaded by the azure-haired young woman who had unfortunately decided to seat herself upon the stratum above them, rather than further away from the people that seemed to cause her such distress.

This girl had just mocked the person he'd shed blood against mercilessly... for tripping.

Insulted Emerald's mother at, essentially, the drop of a hat.

Fiordilatte was talkative and brazen, yes, but nothing worthy of as much heat as she'd just tossed his way. Perhaps she was angry over the battle's outcome?

Whatever the case may be, in Luke's expansive vocabulary, there was one word, and one word alone that summed this up. He said it with neither anger, nor mirth, nor even sadness. A simple statement, as if commenting on the color of the sky.

[b]"Rude."[/b]

Turning back forward, he calmly opened his spiral, ending it there.