Franbel/Drake stared at the fight between the friends of Drake, well, his friends, as his was now Drake. Franbel/Drake wasn’t a general fan of violence nor did he see a problem if it was the only way of achieving things, but he had high standards for someone of his personality. Franbel/Drake watched as his ‘friends’ fought each other with little to no hesitation, as they seemed to trust each other to not kill themselves off.
“Is that all you got? I am still healing, and I am still winning this fight.”
“Lucia, I thought your brother taught you a very valuable lesson about bragging in battle.”, The spear and the sword clashed against each other with the owners glaring at each other with playful grins, but their eyes were showing a different emotion entirely different. Lucia stepped back,
