"Let's gut them..."
As he spoke, his silver eyes carried a strong desire to cut the little wriggling snake-humans into bits. There were hostility and resentment in that glowering gaze. An alarming aura could be sensed emanating from the slender figure. Delicate hands curled around the hilt of his sword.
The youth's words brought a smile from the lord's face. There was a slight satisfaction in them. Hadrian brought his sword before him and pointed it at the neck of the naga leader. His actions were a threatening act. Golden eyes coldly gleamed with viciousness. The smile on his face abruptly fell.
Enraged, the naga leader hissed loudly. His slit eyes glowed with ferocity and outrage. He clashed his spear on Hadrian's, the clashing metal resounded in the air. Hadrian withdrew his sword as he signaled Moulin and Ordan to prepare for battle.
No matter what, they were going to come out alive.