Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161227011259

From behind his dark glasses, Diaboli's eyes flicked between the two students in front of him. The boy's last comment was an obvious bluff - if their friends were nearby, then they would have just walked in with the girl. Also, his confidence was very annoying. Diaboli could understand somebody having an ego, but there was something unique to trainee Huntsmen and Huntresses that just made him want to cave their smart, wanabee-hero heads in. Perhaps that was why rather than resolving the situation with words like he usually would, he instead took a step forward.

The lady at the front desk had said the boy was teaching people martial arts or self defence or something, so Diaboli knew that Bernhardt's relaxed pose was meant to lure him in by making him think he was unprepared. Either that, or he really was confident that simply because they were in public, Diaboli would hesitate to start a fight - which was the greatest mistake he'd ever make.

That being said, they were friends of the Fen girl Zanipher had mentioned earlier, so killing them would probably get him a lot of flak from Zanipher. After what happened the last time the Patched and the Dragons clashed, another bloodbath was the last thing he needed. Besides, he'd just bought these clothes, so he'd prefer not to get any blood on them. Perhaps he'd just break their legs or something...

"Hah! Please, Miss Dragon. Like I'd ever harm a lady," he replied with a smirk of his own. He took a few relaxed steps towards the pair with his arms spread to the sides.

"Look, maybe we all just got off on the wrong foot?" he asked innocently, gesturing high with his damaged hand. "I'm sure if we all just---"

His words were cut short as Diaboli slammed his forehead onto the bridge of Bernie's nose, rocking his head backwards from the sudden force of the blow. It was a simple trick - draw their attention away with your hand, step on their foot to distract them, and then land a clean blow on the body. Aura may be the equivalent of a knight's suit of armour, but that doesn't stop a hammer from caving the knight's skull in if swung hard enough.

As Bernie recoiled Diaboli stepped forward and unleashed a powerful side kick that thudded heavily into the boy's chest - driving him backwards towards Zanipher, where she could easily finish him off.

"Unfortunately for you two, I'm not in the mood of negociating," he said, his words slick with a mix of malice and amusement as he settled into a patient but vigilant fighting stance.

(Hope I got the balance right)