Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140731164601/@comment-15792134-20140902213522

Urdin held his ground. He looked into the female's eyes, burning fire behind his own.

"I wasn't picking an option. I'm making one." Urdin grunted out. His fist clenched tightly, he was on the border of throwing a fist. His blood pressure rose and his heart pounded. The blue-gold shimmer of his own Fury semblance started to materialize. He wasn't going to back down, for anything. Before anyone could get a word in a loud trill came from behind him, snapping him out of his rage, if only for a moment. He reached behind himself in a twitch of movement and produced his scroll. He had recieved a message. He blew air out of his nostrils in aggitation. He read the subject line Team Meeting.

He put the scroll back and looked up at the others. He took a deep breathe before continuing.

"Look, you can't afford to leave me at Beacon. I'm the target, and we saw how easily he can find and track me. He was waiting for us in the sewers. A plan we made up on the spot. Either he's lucky, or skilled. We can't afford to assume he's just lucky. If you take me to Beacon you'll put everyone there in danger. I'll have no part in that. Besides, even if he wasn't after me. He made it personal tangling with you. I'm staying. That's final." He spoke with a forced even tone. Trying to convince them. He realized it shouldn't want to get physical with them. The whole time he spoke he stared at Zaffre exclusively. Seeing here was all that could get him to keep his temper under control. He was tired of being targeted, but more over he was hateful at those targeting her.

He moved his left hand, hidden unde his cloak and grabbed the hilt of Harbinger. He knew that if he failed to convince them, they may try to restrain them. He had no intention of hurting anyone there. But he wasn't going to go down willingly. He just hoped Zaffre didn't try to step in... if she did he'd already lost.