dakr eyes glowed behind tistans visor, the color of true hatred and anger. one of the eyes seemed to twitch slightly, a sign of irritation. tristan slowly walked forward, adn stood underneath the saint. you have exactly 7 seconds o drop the instrument, adn flee before i tear your head off and shove it so far up your ass, it will look like nothings wrong!" tristan hands were already pulling apart, tearing the violin strings to pieces