Location - Front Door, Ashkevron residence in Aren, Askavi
Xandar paused and chuckled a bit, gently setting down the feisty Queen as she joked around. "No my dear, you are much more valuable than a trinket. I'm just used to carrying you around I suppose."
He took a long drag of his cigarette and raised an eyebrow, eyeing up his shoulder and knee, the places that had some glancing sword wounds on them. They weren't a huge deal, but annoying none the less. Once his adrenaline and craft stim wore off he'd probably feel them sting a bit more. Before he had time to respond, however, the rest of the members started suddenly barraging him with questions like he was under interrogation. The main concern was of Faeril, which he had left to scale up to the Eyrie with the other two. "Listen, I was under no order to babysit her. I offered, but she seemed perfectly capable walking back up, and two of the Queen's men are with her. You should be glad I took care of those bastards first and didn't lead her into an ambush. You ungrateful pricks. I don't even get a thanks for saving your sorry asses."
he sighed, taking a long drag of his cigarette, puffing out a bit of smoke. As he felt himself shoved away from Fatima something pulled in him, and his heartbeat picked up. "Look, if you are so damn worried then why don't you go down there and..."
He was cut off as he felt a fist connect with his jaw, a sucker punch, causing his head to turn stiffly. This man had the audacity to push him away from his Queen, blame Xandar for HIS own job, not Xandar's, and then has the audacity to strike him? His blood boiled, and he cracked his neck as he slowly walked forward.
Gennar bristled as his brother left their scavenging to rush back in hopes to head off the oncoming fight. While both Denvar and Bellinar were good friends of Faeril, Gen had always been there with the Black Widow. A constant companion and protector, even a lover for a period in her life though the Warlord had taken no joy from it. "No, you weren't under any damn order."
Gennar growled deeply, his wings spreading as he moved to a more solid stance. Snorting in scorn the man sneered. "She should have left you to your wounds. Once a rogue always a rogue. We could have dealt with these fools ourself, but you just had to show off like a peacock for your little-""Gennar!"
Barked Bellinar gripping one of his brother's arms as he jerked the male to the side, or attempted to. Gen would not be moved as he bristled, ready to go toe to toe with the Ebon-Grey."Oh, why don't we go down there? Why don't we fly in circle making a scene! Great idea, we have this mess and a missing Black Widow! Who, by the way, wouldn't admit to a weakness even if she was blindly flying through the Khaldharon Run!"
Gen roared, naming the most dangerous section of the Winds that the Eyriens used to test their warriors. It was a incredibly dangerous and not all those who tested it survived.
Xandar stood mere inches away from Gennar, looking down at him as his muscles rippled, anger swelling up as he clenched his fists. He was seconds from blowing this man off the face of the Earth if it wasn't for Fatima standing right behind him. He looked the man dead in the eye, the anger very apparent in his scowl as his face and jaw looked stiff. "So you, her protector, are going to blame ME for her being on her own? Isn't it YOUR job to guard her? And those other two? Maybe if you got off your asses and went with her this would have been okay. Instead you had your thumb in your ass here. Half those soldiers were a darker jewel than you anyhow, casualties would have been sustained if I didn't come here. Oh wait, that's right.... Even Faeril is stronger than you. What good would a pathetic, weak, insignificant man like yourself do in the face of danger? I'm sure SHE would be the one protecting YOU. Blame me all you want for letting the woman be, I'm not her babysitter. I've saved her life once already today. "
Xandar grabbed the front of Gennar's shirt, pulling him closer so they were eye level as Ebon-Grey starting forming around The Reaper's body. "Now I won't tell you again. Get out of my way before you start something you can't finish."
Denvar hissed and spread his wings, "Look before you speak. Gennar wears the Green. Higher than the bastards out there!"
Insulted the male considered the Ebon Grey Warlord Prince with a nastly look in his gold eyes."Denvar!"
Bellinar hissed to his brother, still attempting to keep some peace.
To no avail however, Gen snarled deeply tearing back from Xandar's grip. His shirt tearing off a lean and well trained body. "Saving her life once? From what."
The man demanded shortly, looking doubtful."Check the bodies and I'm sure you'll find plenty of Green out there"
Xandar snapped, before turning back to Gen. "There was an altercation at the bar, a misunderstanding. A knife inches from her neck, if not for my shield would have pierced her throat. But you wouldn't know that. Her so called protectors were up here eating breakfast and jacking off, but have the audacity to blame me for their shortcomings. Pathetic. I would be doing her a favor ending your life now.
Xandar felt his adrenaline surge as he closed his right hand in a fist, his free hand, and sent it towards the man's jaw. "I said MOVE."
Gen's head snapped to the side as he rolled his neck to take the blow. It wouldn't break his jaw but there would a bruise that went to the bone. Bellinar grabbing his older's brother's one arm while Denvar seized the other. "Gen, dammit! Focus! Ashke needs your head on straight."
The Tiger-eyed Warlord Prince hissed."So you just jack to the Queen's pleasure?"
Gen was about to say something worse when a all too familiar voice bounced off the mountains in a shriek of agony and terror. It froze the brothers into place for a minute, their faces pale. Gen was the first to act as he shook and tried to fight his way free of his brother's hold before his leathery wings lifted him into the sky to find his missing friend. Faeril never screamed. If she did...."If anything happens to her, it's your jewels."
Hissed Bellinar, despite trying to keep the peace that horrid scream was too much for the wanderer.
As he heard the scream, he whipped his head around to locate the source of the sound. It sounded like a couple hundred feet down to where the stairs were... That was undoubtly Faeril. Could the woman really not take care of herself? For god's sake how was she still alive with these idiots trying to protect her. As the brothers scrambled to untangle themselves and go to save Faeril, Xandar put a Ebon-Grey shield over Fatima's body, cloaking her in the dark craft. "Do I have to do everything myself? Useless... Queen, please stay put and hide this time. I don't need anybody else in danger while I'm not around. I won't be long."
And with that he took off, taking a running start and leaping off the cliff in a single motion, turning himself mid-air. It would take too long simply flying, so he summoned the supplies he was given by Randalvar on top of his body, holding them as he felt his weight increase dramatically. "I'll handle it. None of you are good for anything anyhow."
And with that he dropped very quickly, scaling down the cliff at such an angle that he'd reach the side of the staircase in a few seconds. Damn it all. He couldn't leave the Widow alone for five seconds without something bad happening. If he didn't need her he probably wouldn't care, and beat the living hell out of Gennar. But, something seemed sweeter about doing their job better than they could. Physical pain was temporary after all.