Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161222224050

"Already on it!" Diaboli replied, the metal plates of the Hand of Charon already sliding down his wrist. Once the weapon had assembled itself he raised his arm and snatched the drone out of the air with one swipe of the whip, breaking through the denser air without much difficulty. It was difficult with his right hand, but he managed to hold the drone without breaking it as he brought it closer. Without the use of his left hand, Diaboli had to resort to smashing it against the ground to prevent it from flying away - snapping off one of its rotors in the process.

As soon as the drone was disabled, Diaboli immediately began looking around them, hoping that whoever was controlling the drone might be nearby. It was unlikely, as it would defeat the purpose of the drone, but if they were around, they must have run away quickly, as he didn't see anybody who he thought might be the one responsible. At least not immediately.

"Looks like somebody was spying on us. Or more specifically, you," he said coolly, handing the crippled UAV to Zanipher. Seeing as how somebody was trying to be discreet about following them, he doubted they were following him, otherwise they would have simply confronted him. That was assuming they were police, but as far as Diaboli was concerned he had no enemies in Vale, leading him to believe that their stalker must have initially been following Zanipher instead.

He was more annoyed with himself, however. He'd been enjoying the conversation too much, he realised, and ended up saying more than he should have. That being said, it wasn't the end of the world for him if his identity was discovered again - although that would be a monumental pain in the ass, considering what he had to go through to recover his anonymity. Zanipher, on the other hand, had a lot more to lose from this.