<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Drake pulled out his sword and pointed it towards the old merchant pressing the activator on his a sizzling sound began to sound and the plasma engulfed the edge of the sword. His sword was one of a kind, it was his fathers before he had passed away.<u><b> "By the power of nobility I give you two choices. Die by my hand for the poor treatment of those creatures you call pets or hand them over now and I won't speak a word about it."</b></u> He glared at the man his metal beast growling it's eyes glowing fiercely red it's metal fangs shining like little fires in it's mouth.<br/>
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<u>"<b>The choice is up to you old man."</b></u> He held the sword out in front of him perfectly at the same level as the old shop keepers eyes standing sideways his head up in the air looking down on him. A common noble pose, even though Drake was no common noble. He was a kind noble who actually cared about the commoners other than collecting taxes from them unlike the other noble families his was always for making the commoners lives better. He brushed some hair out of his face growling some, staring down on the man. He liked most commoners but people like this he did not. For one it was a law to report a rare creature like this to the nobles immediately because the commoners did not have a way to sufficiently take care of them. Which leads them to breaking another law which was mistreatment of sentient species. <u>"<b>You're crimes are as follows. One, Receiving Sentient species as house pets, Two Not reporting said beings, Three Mistreatment of said beings. Your crimes are equal to death by torture. Surrender the Nekos now and I will let you live and pretend this never happened."</b></u></span>