The two powerful rulers locked eyes across the table as thick, heavy bloodlust began to rise between them like visible misty vapors.
The sheer intensity of it was strong enough to make several of the Amazon guards stationed at the entrance of the hall take several uneasy steps backward in instinctive caution.
"Hey, stop that right now. We are not here to fight among ourselves today," Renard raised one hand calmly in a placating gesture.
His voice was steady and authoritative, yet still carrying that light, friendly undertone.
Almost immediately, Sakura halted her rising aggression and returned to slowly smoking her elegant kiseru pipe, the fragrant smoke curling upward in lazy spirals once more.
"Damn it all! Why do the kids always seem to love you so much more than they love me?!" Mótsognir yelled out loud at Renard.
His voice was thick with obvious jealousy over the way the blonde-haired man had expertly handled the situation with Sakura just moments earlier.
