[hr][hr][center][h1][color=darkgray]Lucivar DeLuxor[/color][/h1]
[h2][color=darkgray][u]Dene Nehel[/u][/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Lucivar closed his eyes, then looked at Tristan, the smile that was once on his face now gone and replaced with a deep frown. [color=darkgray]"I think I'll pass on that, dear friend,"[/color] he said as he raised two fingers, a bloom of power flowing out of them towards the Prince and encompassing his form in an effort to constrict him, tightening and threatening to break him. Lucivar stood then, his frown turning to anger as he lifted another fingers to draw the dagger the assassin held and looked at him, his eyes promising death. [color=darkgray]"I tried to keep this civil, for your sake, assassin. But it seems you're too stupid to understand the notion of self preservation so allow me to spell out the gravity of your error. The fact you're still breathing is because I allow you to,"[/color] he twisted the finger raised in his dirction that would cause his upper airways to collapse, then turned to Tristan, [color=darkgray]"As for you, it seems your retirement is at hand, Prince. Save yourself from this fool's fate and surrender this instant and I will make sure your imprisonment is at least somewhat humane.[/color]