"So you knew this was what we were going up against?" Trivian hissed, storming over to Ren. He wanted to shout and be aggressive, but he also was painfully aware that being too loud might attract the things attention, which left him whisper shouting and stomping as quietly as possible.
It completely ruined any kind of intimidation that he was going for. Not that the antlered Druid was ever intimidating to begin with.
"Yes. What about it? I warned you this would be dangerous, did I not?" Ren answered matter-of-factly, giving a sarcastic and condescending smirk at Trivian's quiet anger act.
"Dangerous is one thing. But you knew that thing spits acid. You knew that, and you gave us these!" He hissed lowly, tugging at the bullet proof vest he was wearing over his regular clothing.
"What is this supposed to do against acid like that?!"
"Then give it back." Ren spat back monotonously.
"W-what?"
