[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/b][/color]

[i][color=fff79a]Time: A bad time to be a governor
Place: Shack[/color][/i]

It was at the end of his own wonderful words that the governor realized that the disgusting creature before him had no intent on dying quickly. The elf couldn't understand why creatures of seemingly lesser birth would try and struggle so much to little avail. Though their struggles were in comparison to his own hardships a spit in the vast ocean, when would the day come that the gods would award him for his service to the world? He dodged. Wait he dodged? The governor's mind got filled with surprise as his eyes widened in that short moment.

Then the strange humanoid creature before him had the gall to insult him, in a mannerism which brought back memories of a slave some fifty years ago who refused to fan him. Not only that, but said slave had thrown her fan in a similar manner towards his feet. The refusal of doing slave labor had been met with very sharp criticism. For fear of having his boots sullied any further, the elf took a step back, away from the dark elf which was prone. Watching the fan get stuck in the floor next to the dark elf, his attention on it briefly. Wait it's a decoy! The other fan flung into his grip, slamming against his armored bracer that extended to the top of his hand, the impact caused him to drop the mirror however. [i][color=6ecff6]Ahh? What?![/color][/i] Terneus withdrew his both hands and assumed a pose resembling that of a hissing cat, his fingers slightly bent and raised above chest level. That's when his foe came up towards him. [i][color=6ecff6]Why you unsavory little-[/color][/i]

He stumbled back slightly in recoil as he felt something hit his armored belt, making a slight scratching noise and then he turned the other cheek towards his assailant, and that's when he all of a sudden felt a stinging pain in his right eye. Had the wretched creature spit at him? How disgusting. Terneus could feel how his entire body was getting warmer, especially his face as if all blood was gathering there.

His opponent had also the audacity to grab hold of his right hand, forcing it to point at his own chest and that's when he felt a slight stinging pain. [i][color=6ecff6]Hnff! Not that rough! I'm nearly royal![/color][/i]

That's when he saw a red drop fall unto his white clothed arm, the one pointed in on his chest. Had he fatally wounded the annoying demi-human? No. This was.. He looked down to his chest, his attire from waist and up to his neck had been cut open and a slight red slice had made it into his skin. His chest had been scratched! But it wasn't deep, he had stepped back just in the right time and his belt had taken some of the impact itself. Then he saw another drop fall down on his arm, it didn't fall from his chest. His face was feeling warm and his right eye was beginning to sting badly.

He had been wounded? His face?! His wonderful face! He couldn't have?!

Terneus grinded his teeth together and began to channel his magical powers, he didn't need his right hand to cast magic. That was for novices and knaves! Like one-hundred and fifty year olds! Mere fiddlers of the magical art! This creature however had wounded him! The disgrace, if anyone would know it could ruin his social standing. No this creature had to be annihilated right where he stood along with the entire shack! The elf violently kicked with his right leg towards his assailant, as his left hand rose up to use his bracer to attempt to parry the attackers blade would he take a swing, his right hand trying to free itself. His magical powers was gathering around him quickly, he was going to blow the building into the skies above and this wretched fool along with it! The dark elf who held a low elevation would surely be safe down there. The shack window still looked like it could be used as an escape route.

[color=6ecff6][b]"My face! My -beautiful- face! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU DEMON! I'LL SEND YOU TO YOUR GRAVE! RAAAAGHHH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU DIRTY PEASANT!" [/b][/color]The elf screamed as his magical energy had gathered sufficiently, then he unleashed a barrage of beams of light in all directions emenating from him, targetting all around but the floor where he stood and where Baraian still laid, trying to recuperate.