262 The Invitation (VII): A Statement

The look on the snow elf delegate's face was somewhat pensive, but that look only took a dramatic turn for the worse when Screet smashed the skull of a snow elf right in front of their gates. Blood splashed every which way as brain matter fell to the snow, staining it's pristine white coat red with blood and death. And then with a strength completely unexpected of his small stature, Screet used his hard hands to rip the body of the snow elf he just finished killing apart, and that was enough to drive the delegate crazy as he ran towards Screet shouting.

"What the hell are you doing! Stop this right now!" the only response the Delegate could get was dozens of guns and blades pointed right in his face when he got a little too close to Rezar's limo. The delegate took a deep breath as his heart skipped a beat, one wrong move and he would probably lose his head. And with the way these people were, there was no way that could be a bluff.