"The Red" at last audibly roared in frustration at this woman, drawing a step forward and directing a finger toward her, "Enough of your arrogant prattling, woman and state what it is you intend; your vagueness is going to do no one good, least of all you." 

The powerful limb of the man snapped to his side and the other, at the wrist, loosened slightly, stirring the heavy curved blade to sway faintly - a readiness of impending danger born from animal duress.

"We have wasted more than enough time on talk."

The green eyes shifted to Isabeau as he looked over his hide clad shoulder. They gazed at her with a distrust and wariness, but the hooded savage "trusted" her and her inner, even outer, darkness than some woman who talked much but explained little. As far as the primalist was concerned, he had seen enough of Isabeau's fury - there was little to be of surprise.

"If [i]you[/i] wish these demons destroyed and you are no enemy, speak plainly." The sizable man growled, looking back to Genevieve.

"If I could care less who dares against demons, so should you."

[@IcePezz]