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Elias silently watched Alexis allow her emotions to overflow once more as she left the room before he turned to Marcus, his eyes narrowing. [color=royalblue]"Uncle, I understand your desire for me to accompany her, but it is a waste that I will not permit."[/color]

Marcus tilted his head to the side, obviously surprised that Elias would openly defy him. Before he could open his mouth, Elias cut in. [color=royalblue]"Wesen activity in the North is wonderful, however I am not needed. I am needed here. Something strange is happening in these parts, and you [i]need[/i] me. Leave the Wesen of the North to the basic Grimms. I'm sure our relatives in the North can handle it just as fine. But I will not allow my talents to be wasted. I am not merely a Grimm; I'm an elite. Not one hunter has surpassed the feats me and my partner Taric accomplished; we are capable of slaying the most fearsome of Wesen that most can hardly cope with the fact of the existence of such creatures."[/color]

Marcus clenched his fists and refused to back down. [color=f7941d]"You are going with Alexis, and there are no strange Wes-!"[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Wake up, Marcus!"[/color] Elias snapped, pounding his fists on the table as he stood up, kicking back his chair. [color=royalblue]"Up until I arrived, you didn't even believe in Spriggans! Then me and Alexis found an entire pod of them, with what looks like more than one Grovemother! Alexis and I slayed two Vetalas! You [i]know[/i] those aren't your garden variety Wesen! I encountered what I'm fairly certain are Manticore tracks during my time travelling here, and who knows what else!"[/color]

Elinora and Marcus stood in unison, both of their voices booming across the hall, demanding Elias attention. Their words intermingled into an unintelligible mess, however the tone and raw volume of their shouts shocked him into a temporary silence, his jaw and fists clenched tight.

The staredown seemed to last for centuries, however it was broken at last by Marcus' soft whisper.

[color=f7941d]"You're going. That's final."[/color]

Elias growled deep in his throat, grabbing the knife and hurling it across the table, stabbing it into the direct center of the wooden structure before whirling on his heel, exiting the building quickly as he headed out to go train.