Dias' expression went from flat to pissed off without a single stop in between when the boy slapped his sword out of the way with a weapon that appeared to have been commissioned by an overly emotional teenager whose entire experience with combat consisted of having heard stories about it from a great-uncle. In the name of Tria, it looked like a bat's wing...what the hell sort of weapon was that?
Of course, the ridiculously dramatic-looking weapon certainly explained the arrogance of the boy holding it. No one carrying a joke of a weapon like that around had the sense not to pick fights with those out of their league.
Still, there was no point taking the boy too lightly. Since the teen's sword was now at the ready, Dias drew his own, a longsword in excellent condition that easily dwarfed the boy's ridiculous weapon, although he made no move to do anything overtly threatening with it yet. He simply had no intention of being caught off guard by this child and his bravado. "That's not a guess, that's a fact," he replied, somewhat drily. "Is picking a fight with me that much more appealing than simply being civil and apologizing?"
To Riku
Of course, the ridiculously dramatic-looking weapon certainly explained the arrogance of the boy holding it. No one carrying a joke of a weapon like that around had the sense not to pick fights with those out of their league.
Still, there was no point taking the boy too lightly. Since the teen's sword was now at the ready, Dias drew his own, a longsword in excellent condition that easily dwarfed the boy's ridiculous weapon, although he made no move to do anything overtly threatening with it yet. He simply had no intention of being caught off guard by this child and his bravado. "That's not a guess, that's a fact," he replied, somewhat drily. "Is picking a fight with me that much more appealing than simply being civil and apologizing?"