"You can do what you want," Drenvar said.
Vacuse hissed a smile. "..I can do what I want? What if I want your head, eh, dear father.."
Vacuse turned to the room and his eyes locked on Amon. The guy that wanted his life.
To be very honest, he had no initial beef with the guy until he threatened his life. But then again, it would be a silly mistake to leave him alive when the guy wanted what Vacuse has.
"Amon. You said you want my life, yes? You can come and have it," Vacuse said, his voice hard, coldness.
The room stirred and they turned to look at Amon, whose face was ashen. He glanced at Duke Frexon but the man ignored him. "I... that is... I didn't mean...!"
"Enough!" Vacuse shouted and his voice resonated in the hall. He began to walk toward Amon slowly. "Where's your dignity as a Vorrakyn? Why are you stampeding? Stand by your word! You want my life? Then you can have it, if you are strong enough to take it."
