Don't provoke the devil

"What are you waiting for? Come at me. Or do you need some kind of invitation? I can do that for you," Sebastian picked two swords from the ground and moved his neck circularly, cracking the bones in his neck to ease his stress in the neck.

He moved the sword in his right hand and wrote a sentence inside the pool of the rogue's blood he killed earlier. 

The two-word sentence was loud and clear, and Sebastian didn't think anything else was needed to provoke the rogue vampires.

"Fuck you!" The sentence said, and Sebastian smiled, looking up, trying to catch any rogue's eyes, but no one dared to look at him, afraid of what he would do. 

No one dared, but one among them started walking ahead, clapping his hands. 

"Does that mean that this was a faux plan? What a plan, I must say," Javin clapped his hands as he walked to the prince, joking about the matter, trying to act confident.