Arrish found himself glaring at Griff after that proclamation and half-assed apology sent towards Rhylaen. The noble pushed back his seat and stood up from his seat. 

[color red][b]"Griffith Burnhardt!"[/b][/color] His voice took on a tone of authority and he found himself walking, almost stomping towards where the blonde had been standing.[color red][b]"You are a full member of this squad and a peer of Team Apple.[/b][/color] He wrenched a fist on Griff's collar.[color red][b]"You were brought here because of your capability in combat and your potential as a soldier. Not because you can play around on your phone or be racist to equal members of our squad. You are required to focus on the mission parameters, and treat every member of our squad equal measures of respect.[/b][/color]

He released Griff and straightened out his back [color red][b]"I need you to focus on our plans, Griffith, and not treat it as a video game. Some day soon people are going to be relying on you, and if you don't pay attention or miss an important detail those people may die. Furthermore, I'm sick of you mistreating Rhylaen. She is your peer and an equal member of this squad. She is deserving of your full respect and shouldn't be compared to a Cruxi in any order of magnitude. Do you understand me?[/b][/color]

Arrish clenched and un-clenched his fists and could feel his teeth grinding together. He had given Griff the benefit of the doubt twice now, and wouldn't suffer a third.