<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/5e940c55-8472-4484-a36d-cdeb265d3e68_zps5199d5e0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 23rd, evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Asher (NPC), Zahara (In mention only)<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Things had gotten out of hand so quickly, and Ezra just about lost all control. If it wasn't for his fury, as his pupils changed into their crimson hue and scared his brothers into obeying, there'd been an all out riot within the Cabin. The first order of business was to take care of the idiot who escalated this entire thing, and Ezra was not feeling merciful. Walking over to Malcolm, who was on the ground from Ezra's earlier shove, Ezra reached down and grabbed him by the collar. No words were exchanged, but Ezra followed the very simple rule, if not the only rule this Cabin lived by: An eye for an eye. A fist connected directly with Malcolm's face, and another crack was heard, yet this one was far worse. The moment Ezra withdrew his hand, it'd be obvious that he'd broken the guy's nose. Malcolm groaned out in pain as his brothers and sisters averted their eyes, and immediately Ezra pointed a finger to his face.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't want to hear a FUCKING word. Shut up, and pray to father that you are not kicked out of the Camp and left to the Harpies tonight."</strong>He growled out at Malcolm, who was nothing more than an obeying pup at the moment.<strong>"ASHER! Come hold him."</strong>An older member of the Cabin came and obeyed, holding down Malcolm in Ezra's place while he slipped inside. Making a B-Line to his room, Ezra shed his regular clothing and instead opened his closet. He grabbed the first piece of armor he could find, a simple Leather Chestpiece (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg) engraved with the symbol of the Lion, their Father and Cabin's mark. He reached deeper into the closet, picking up a pair of Twin Swords. (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/106/0/4/Scimitars_of_LuSian_by_mufuks.jpg) Might & Glory, the famous blades he'd used to cut down a Minotaur three years prior. He did not have time to take a spear along with him, so he settled for that and darted out of the room, heading directly to Malcolm.<br/><br/>He grabbed him back from Asher, before turning around to face his brother.<strong>"Make sure everyone is DONE for the night. I need to go clean up this mess."</strong>He asserted firmly, glaring at Malcolm.<strong>"And save his ass from expulsion. If I come back and I hear a word or a fucking whisper, it's your ass Asher. You're in charge till Zii comes back."</strong>He ordered, and the older member understood, turning back to usher his brothers inside. With that, Ezra's hand remained on Malcolm's collar and he began walking down the pathway directly for Chiron's house, dragging the culprit along with him. Things needed to be settled, to be explained. When he signed up for Councillor, he took the entire Cabin as a responsibility. He was warned that it would be difficult. He was warned that Ares children were not so easily controlled, and he was paying the price of his leniency. He should have nipped this in the bud before it escalated.<br/><br/>The worst case scenario happened, when in the distance he glanced the shine of a certain armor he was all too familiar with.<strong>"Fuck.</strong>" He cursed quietly, before shoving Malcolm down into a bush next to him with force.<strong>"Stay down and shut up." </strong>He yelled at Malcolm, who at this point was bleeding profusely. Turning his attention to Avery, Ezra took a breath. His crimson eyes glared in the night, no better than a wild cat's pair. He reached down and pulled out one of his swords slowly, yelling down the pathway so she could hear him.<strong>"I'm taking care of this Avery! This is MY responsibility. Do NOT make me do this!"</strong>He was beyond patience or conversation at this point. There was no more reasoning, he didn't want to, but if she insisted on getting in his way, he would remove her from it.