<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Ayla was the wrong subject to bring up, and he sent a knife headed right towards her calf, hoping to take out a leg and cripple her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“You’ve seen her in action. You know what she is capable of, especially if that is all raw talent. She would be the best of the Masters in no time, better even than me. But he stole her.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">His eyes practically lit on fire with rage as he screamed out.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d"> “HE TOOK HER ON A JOB THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE! HE STOLE BOTH OF THEM, EVEN IF I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE BROTHER! YET EVEN IF HE TOOK THEM, EVEN THOUGH HE STOLE THEM FROM THEIR RIGHTFUL HOME, THEY ARE FIERCELY LOYAL TO HIM, SECOND ONLY TO EACH OTHER.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He advanced on her as he yelled, drawing two more knives and slashing at her with the end of every sentence, hoping to catch her and start the process of beating her down.</span>