Quissera had very little patience and a short fuse as it was. As Talon grabbed him and made accusations; the Shentavo was unimpressed. His miscolored eyes trailed down to the feather in Talonâ€™s hands, and that is when the vampire lost it. His movements were swift and calculated; and the werewolf moved like paper as he pushed talon against the wall. There was no hint of anger upon his face, but there was certainly anger in his voice. As Talon tried to move; he would quickly realize it was futile with the legends forearm at his neck and the opposite hand poised at his ribcage ready to rip out his heart. Whatever blows may come he remained as unmoving as the marble statue at the center of the room.<br/><br/>â€œBe careful what you say boy,â€ he responded in a low, deliberate tone. â€œYou do not know who you are dealing with; and if you do not know that then how can you expect to have a full grasp of whatâ€™s going on? Werewolves were always short sighted. I have every knowledge of what we are dealing with; and explaining myself any further opens up others minds for betrayal and mind readers.â€ He narrows his eyes.<br/><br/>â€œOn top of which, considering you are being manipulated by someone who can dream walk, do you truly believe that you know best? You are being used as a pawn; as she is want to doâ€¦now, I will give you one opportunity to tell me three things, truthfully. Firstly what she has been filling your mind with at night? Secondly, who have you been involving yourself with?â€ He removes his grip by rotating and pushing Talon across the room in a vicious display of strength.<br/><br/>â€œAnd just to add; if you attack me again, it will be the end of you. I promise you that. Normally I donâ€™t see any point of showing leniency, but you are being manipulated so I will give you this clemency justâ€¦thisâ€¦onceâ€¦â€ he draws out the words. It was strange, how calm his voice was, and yet the rage that seemed to fill the room as Quisseraâ€™s eyes fell once more upon the broken feather.