Marcial sighed softly as he watched Scarlet take his leave, his tiny eyes focused right on the red man. Following the man's orders, he went around, prowling the area in search of his agitated majesty. He reached the forsaken grassy field, and there they were, hunched over the table and emphasizing the two extra sleeves on center of the back of their jacket.<br/><br/>Nit gazed on at the distant nothing, a cruel shadow clinging to the bottom of their evil eye. They were slouched atop the table, their entire upper body surprisingly being well supported by it. Suddenly, the black electronic brick in their hoodie's pocket vibrated and sung, tickling Nit's belly until they scooped it out of its hiding place. Not bothering to check the number onscreen, Nit instantly picked up the call, placing the phone near their right bell.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Hello...?</span>" Nit called into the phone, expecting an answer due to not knowing the circumstances of the call.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">H- Hello...</span>" Nit called again, sounding confused and annoyed all at once. All they heard were Scarlet's anonymous footsteps. For about a few seconds they waited until groaning out, "<span style="font-family: courier;">Oh my fucking... Hello?!</span>" Nit's tone freely expressed their terrible mood at the moment. Then and only then did they begin to hear a voice, Scarlet's voice, and immediately recognized it. Then, before they could utter a word, Axe's voice emerged, and they listened in on the venom she spewed from her mouth. Just from hearing Axe speak, Nit had had enough. But just when they were going to drop the call...<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Lord Matias</span>."<br/><br/>Nit sensed a voice of all things directed their way. They turned to face the old man before them, sporting a look of absolute abhorrence when the two locked eyes. Marcial was taken aback by this, becoming extremely wary, but he did not back down.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Let us talk, shall we? About the girl.</span>" Marcial tentatively tip-toed towards Nit, making sure that he did not provoke the creature any more than they were.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">She's a bitch,</span>" Nit snarled right off the bat, baring their fangs. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't even... try this with me, you... filthy excuse of a hominid.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">She's conflicted</span>," Marcial countered, placing a hand on Nit's shoulder, which he instantly regretted after nearly getting his arm chomped on. "<span style="font-style: italic">Do you expect her to trust you after you vilified her the way you did?</span>"<br/><br/>Nit hoisted themselves from their seat, beginning to circle Marcial in a threatening manner as they stared dead at him. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Vilification? No. Axe is... just a weakling. She's not worth... my blood, sweat, and tears. I don't make... out with weaklings, and you know this.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Haven't you heard the disgusting things that happened to her in the past? Don't you think you're bringing back those abusive memories with your actions?!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Oh, so... <span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span> the abusive... one?!</span>" Suddenly, they stopped walking. And in that instant, the two extra sleeves sprouted two extra arms right on Nit's back as their bells blared. The creature now approached Marcial with brisk steps, kicking up the dirt below them and raising their arms like some monster. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'll show you abusive, you expired son of a bitch...</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Matias, what are you... MATIAS!!</span>" Marcial screeched as Nit grabbed his arms and slammed their head against his, cracking open a small wound that dripped scarlet blood over his left eye. They then swiped at his face, knocking him over, and proceeded to bash their foot into the man's ribs with brute force, shouting things like "worthless scum" and "mother's mistake", insulting Marcial's existence. After they got substantial pleasure, they lowered themselves to the battered Marcial's face and bellowed, "<span style="font-family: courier;">Do you see me doing<span style="font-style: italic"> this</span>!? Huh?! Am I really destroying her like this physically or mentally?! All I'm ever trying to do is have a good time, and I never can... Shit bags like you call me cruel and abusive! Well at least I ain't hurting her like this! <span style="font-style: italic">¡Que se mete para la carajo, peaso de mierda!</span></span>" Huffing, Nit raised themselves. Looking down at Marcial's mangled figure, they maintained a sharp, almost dominant-looking position over him. Their bells continued to ring for the next half minute, accompanied Marcial moaning.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Worthless, gaping asshole, huh... Fits.</span>"