Very few people had seen Death well and truly angry. Fewer lived to tell the tale. Luckily, where patience ran out self-control stepped in. Moving swiftly, he threw a hand in front of Timon, intending to stop a journey that, if not suicidal, would at the least be very painful.
That taken care of, his attention turned to Larxene, scythe already in his other hand, blue blade humming menacingly. YOU, he rumbled furiously in a voice that expected obedience and nothing else, ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. He pointed the head of the scythe to Larxene's chest as though pronouncing a punishment. YOU WILL LEAVE. NOW.
There was nothing he could do for Laharl. Hopefully the young Overlord would be able to help himself.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
That taken care of, his attention turned to Larxene, scythe already in his other hand, blue blade humming menacingly. YOU, he rumbled furiously in a voice that expected obedience and nothing else, ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. He pointed the head of the scythe to Larxene's chest as though pronouncing a punishment. YOU WILL LEAVE. NOW.
There was nothing he could do for Laharl. Hopefully the young Overlord would be able to help himself.