... Suddenly, Zaino felt the urge to kill the woman like he had almost done before, gritting his teeth. It was then that Ambra suddenly took off sprinting up the stairs leading to the second floor of the inn, her agility surprising him just a little bit, but falling very short of impressing him. Now that he was rejuvenated and at his full strength along with the fact that he had spent the last few days resting up and stockpiling energy, she was clearly foolish for testing the speed of a swordsman, and moreso, a swordsman with the training he had. Placing a hand over the hilt of his sword, he dashed after the woman; Ambra wouldn't be able to hide from him for too long. [b]"Stop!"[/b] Zaino reached the top of the stairs in half the time it had taken Ambra to go up, calling out. [b]"You're acting like a child, you know that? Come out already."[/b] When he saw that she wouldn't do so, Zaino drew his sword and slowly paced down the hall, peering into each doorway that he passed and opening any closed doors. Upon looking into one of the closed rooms, he blinked twice at the sight of a fat man sprawled on the floor of his room with his buttocks directed right at the doorway, snoring extremely loudly as Zaino screamed at the horrid sight, also locating Ambra who was at the corner of the very same room, clutching his shirt. ... [b]"Get out of there. NOW."[/b] --- [i]This is horseshit.[/i] Xanxus groaned loudly as the sound of birds chanting their morning songs joined by the radiant sun woke him, his eyelids bursting open as he saw that he was at the center of a bed filled with women. He pulled his arms out of the snuggled embrace of two women as his brain refused to comply with his senses, and when he tried to squeeze between the two of them and off the bed, that was when he felt the weight of another human atop of them. It was yet another woman, and although he couldn't recall who these women were, them being in the spots they were and all of his and their clothing at the base of the bed was all but enough to paint the picture in his groggy mind. The three women all had voluptuous bodies and pretty faces, and he was sure that he had gotten intoxicated enough to the point where his drunken self would actually admit to enjoying himself, but the morning after he was irritated; at both Darrian for pressuring him, and himself for giving in to that pressure. Xanxus used his legs to carefully set the woman atop of the one to his right, scooting off to the base before she awoke, the smell of alcohol in her mouth no different than the entire room itself. [b]"Commeee on, we're just getting staarted~"[/b] she encouraged, running a hand down Xanxus' biceps as he inched away from the bed. The woman fell back into her sleep shortly after as he proceeded to put all of his clothes back on, locating his two swords underneath the bed and making haste to exit the room, and after some questionable navigation, he was outside. It was evident that he suffered from a terrible hangover, and that only served to bolster his mad mood. [i]When I see Darrian, I'm going to-[/i] Xanxus bent over and lifted an abnormally large boulder with ease, hurling it directly towards the back of Darrian's head. He sighed, folding his arms and waiting to see how the Exalt would react to the impact.