Did he really plan to start a fight with Devon?

"Is Alice back yet?" Mark asked, amid the turmoil and chaos but Devon, flying through the air to slice apart the crimson griffin that was headed their way, decided they should worry about themselves.

"If you didn't keep your head straight then you may never see Miss Alice." He yelled back at him, swatting the blood away from his sword.

He looked down at Mark while standing on top of the Griffin's corpse.

"You said you wanted to fight next to her, right? You didn't want to be her burden. So, do yourself a favor and sharpen up. You can't get distracted on the field because you adore her. You'll get yourself killed." He scolded Mark.

"I never said anything about adoration." Mark retorted, the good chain hidden in his shirt glowing. "And yes, I do not want to be her burden. But I cannot concentrate unless she is in my line of sight."

Devon squinted his eyes and then said,