The plates shattered on the ground, exploding and scattering like hundreds of stars across the floor. Ryah hardly noticed though. What he did notice was the smell of burning flesh and the accompanying heat that seared his arm. He swore and jerked away, nearly dropping his blade. While he wasn't extremely vain, if this left a mark, he was going to be<i>pissed</i>.<br/><br/>Well, more pissed than he already was. "Look,<i>asshole</i>, you're the one barging in here like you live here, invading my goddamned home, and you expected what, a welcome wagon?" He was seriously beginning to rethink his stance on silencers and shooting up his own home. It would be worth it to riddle this cocky, arrogant son of a bitch with holes, he figured. He didn't know what Kane was, he was quickly making his way to the top of Ryah's most hated list. He'd always thought vampires were bad but Drake had made him come to see that nothing was ever so easily defined.<i>This</i>guy however...<br/><br/>"God, why don't you<i>fuck</i><i>off</i>, you giant dick, instead of harassing someone in their own home?" He spat out, his anger mounting and getting the better of his emotions as he brought his arm down, his knife a silver blur. He'd tried playing nice, he'd tried to make the other see reason--okay, not really but in his defense, he had just been trying to have a peaceful morning.