[color=ed1c24][i]Man those are great clothes. And that guy has great hair. I’m so jealous. Why can’t I have clothes like that?[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Will you focus? He’s insulting Emiri. Do something, you idiot![/i] [/color]Belias  scoffed at Jaakuna, getting him to pay attention to what was going on other than what Jaakuna wanted to wear.

He shook his head, looking at Igeyorhm with a nasty expression. [color=ed1c24]“Yo, don’t be dissin’ my Scion--I mean Emiri--like that, ya hear me, bozo!?”[/color] He yelled to Igeyorhm, his hands pointed at the Martyr in front of him. His fists had blazed up, making it seem like Jaakuna was ready for battle.

[color=lightblue]“What a fucking dumbass.”[/color]

[color=teal]“Well, at least he’s back with us.”[/color] Michel let out a laugh. 

He still couldn’t believe this was the guy who was supposed to save them all. Though, in all the time he had known Jaakuna, he always did end up surprising him one way or another. He still remembered how no one thought Jaakuna would amount to much, but he ended up being the most gifted innovator of modern technology since the days of Larsa, first of his name. What he lacked in common sense and overall intelligence, he made up for in heart and pure intuition. His gut feeling often led him down the hardest path but never steered him wrong. It took a special, unique man to make it work for him. When one route failed, he went for another. Truly, foolhardiness truly was the trait of the stubborn.

And as Michel was deep in his own thoughts, he didn’t even notice how Jaakuna charged straight for Igeyorhm, moving so fast tha tnot even the Martyr would see Jaakuna coming, his fists planting themselves in the false Scion’s stomach, sending him through the building behind him.

[color=ed1c24]“YAHOO!”[/color] Jaakuna let out a war cry, chasing after Igeyorhm.