'Not so hard.. I think you may have broken one of his ribs and if you puncture a lung he wont be able to talk.' Clairissa's soft voice rang in his mind, he simply nodded. He was breathing hard, his eyes nearly crimson, an evil smirk on his face. His enjoyment of someone else's pain was a little unnerving. Artimer had enough control in side to hope that Clairissa understood it was the blood rage.<br/><br/>"Now. Answer my question. My patience is growing very thin." Darrel was furious with the treatment, looking up at the female spit in her face. The spit was mixed with blood and spittle, staining her skin. Darrel was about to say something when the dragon roared.<br/><br/>Artimer had not been able to control the change this time. When Darrel spit on Clairissa he let out a roar of pure hatred and swat at the man, sending him flying across the room. Artimer leaped across the room and raced towards Darrel, the look in his eyes said the man was about to be completely demolished. He reached the whimpering mess on the floor and raised his hand, his claws were bent. Clairissa would be able to tell that if the hit landed, Darrel would be dead.