Word Count → 527 :: Slight rambling ^^;
Keeping his eyes level with the darker woman's he felt rather smug for he knew he was right and he'd just proven as such to the female; not only had she gone to buy a weapon without knowing anything, the weapon was so painfully obviously faulty. After having shown as much to the crafter he believed she would apologise profusely for her stupidity and be to embarrassed to have anything to do with weapons again, it was simply a matter of waiting for her to reject his offer. As the woman began to reply he titled his head to the side slightly, a satisfied smile began to spread across his lips but was stopped as he processed the words she spoke. His arms tightened across his chest, hands clenching tight in barely suppressed anger; the woman was an obnoxious fool who was too prideful to admit she was in the wrong.
Opening his mouth to respond to the crafter's words he found no room to cut in and was unable speak his mind, leaving him opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Throwing his arms down to his side he tugged his lips back, anger and irritation piling up and forming a harsh growl in his throat. It was unbelievable, even after he'd gone out of his way to show the clueless girl what was wrong with the blade and explained to her it was worthless she had chosen to ignore him and his advice and even insulted him. Just as he was about ready to growl at the woman and take his anger out on her she tossed her hair back and walked passed, actually having the nerve to barge into his shoulder, causing him to stumble back a step and simply stare at her completely lost for words for a second.
No chance in hell, girly. Jumping forward he reached out and grabbed her arm, his grip tight and without any mercy, kicking his heels in he pulled sharply on the woman, pulling her back towards him, bracing himself so that he didn't fall back as she fell against his chest. “And here I was playing nice” he growled at her, “You want to fix a blade, that you know nothing about and have no understanding off and attempt to use it. Do you have a death wish or are you simply looking down on the skill required to craft these blades? Ignorant little girl” he breathed heavily and relaxed his grip on her arm slightly, but refused to let her go. In the background he could hear Alex laughing, but he'd ignore the Zepar for now... the pale one would pay for his behaviour later; he sure as hell knew better than to laugh at him and it was about time the useless idiot learnt to respect his position as Rakeeb and stop pushing his luck.. although he doubted anything he could do or say would actually change the nature of the male.
“I'll say this one more time just so you understand me. The blade is useless; if you want one then I can get you one that isn't going to break at a moments notice” he tried to reason with her, although he was starting to think she was much like Alex; beyond help.
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