"No." Barbatos was in his natural Silver Tiger body but he was bleeding from several wounds and gravity was currently pushing him down into the soil.
Standing calmly across from him was an entirely unscathed Lind Frey. Lind was glaring as he tried to contain his rage.
Barbatos had barged into his home, interrupting his cultivation. Already he was in a bad mood but that went from bad to worse as Barbatos began to unload on him.
The damned tiger would not let him get a word in edgewise so Lind did the one thing the man seemed to grasp.
His claws had cut his silver hide with ease before gravity was altered to press him into the soil.
Once that got his attention, a calmer conversation was had but it only made Lind incensed.
