'We need to know what he knows about this place and why he keeps trying to kill me... You can kill him after but first find out what he knows.' He heard Clairissa loud and clear, almost like an order and he could not agree more. Though he was not gentle at all to Darrel when he grabbed him around the back of his robe, his claws scrapping across his neck. 'You dressed, cause you will need do talking. Can't talk when blood rage.' even then it seemed like his grasp of communication was weakening through their link. Artimer threw the man into a chair and loomed over him, a deep growl in his throat. He tried as hard as he could to not tear the man up. But instead he took pleasure in swatting at the man, and seeing his blood drip to the floor.