Even though a bit of relief flooded Silas’ veins when he apparently had remembered correctly, it didn’t seem as if this guy was going to let up at all. Mentioning the names of Inferni’s leaders didn’t seem to matter at all, and the frown set upon Silas’ features only deepened. He didn’t want to deal with this guy anymore. He had only really been looking for… well, what? Adventure? Some fun? This certainly was not what he had expected. "I tell you already," Silas sneered at Hybrid, feeling the creep of anger as the sting of his wounds returned.
"Eef you do not call zhem, I do eet mineself," Silas threatened, then taking a step to the side as if to leave Hybrid behind and move on. He turned his shoulder on him, facing away and looking around for a moment. He figured it wasn’t a smart move to turn his back on Hybrid, as he was likely to strike out again, but the Russian boy couldn’t help himself from taking an opportunity to make this guy even more irate. He had a feeling he was succeeding.
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