[hr][hr][center][color=darkgray][h1]Lucivar DeLuxor[/h1][/color]
[color=darkgray][h2][u]Dene Nehel[/u][/h2][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Lucivar looked Towards Andressa and Colten behind her, his eyes narrowing on the man for a moment, then he turned to Sonya, his face impassive as he nodded, looking as though he was considering her words. He was, in fact, trying to keep his anger in check. Sonya had been nothing but a nuisance while he and the late Queen tried to make the territory a better place, and now to see her gloating before him was only making him angrier. Instead he took a breath, forcing himself to stay and leaned on the door frame as he cleared his throat. [color=darkgray]"You and I seem to have vastly different ideas of what mistreatment is,"[/color] he said, [color=darkgray]"but, I'll make you an offer considering you don't fully understand the gravity of the situation you've just put yourself in. Let Andressa go and I'll let you live. I'll even leave for a couple of years to let you gather your strength to make this an even fight."[/color]

He shrugged then, pushing himself off the frame and placed a hand on the shield causing it to shatter and walked into the room, a smile still on his lips but a very dangerous aura around him as he gathered his Craft, the room around them creaking as dust shifted down from the ceiling, the pressure increasing with every passing moment. The windows burst and moments later a stone wall to the right cracked with a thunderous explosion. [color=darkgray]"Or you could come at me right now, though I strongly advise against it."[/color]