"Righteous, my ass. You're delusional, old man," Blake said, turning to Quiylan. "Now get the hell out of my way, old man, before the nursing home arrives to take you away."
'I'm barely 27!' screamed Quiylan internally in his head. He couldn't believe how shameless and crude this boy was. He then looked to one of his guards and snapped his fingers.
Instantly, he stepped forward, silver lance in hand, intimidatingly glaring at Blake. "Hand back over what you stole from Lord Quiylan Caelum, or else you will regret it, boy."
Blake looked at his cousin, who pulled out his demigod ranked spear, Dreamspire, attracting all the guards' attention. Not just anyone could possess a demigod ranked weapon.
"Is that a threat?" Cimon asked, his voice deep, spear in hand, as he raised an eyebrow at the slightly shuddering guards with a sleepy smirk on his face.