(Seems like a lot of people nowadays associate 'Arabic' with 'evil'...it's quite a shame.)

"Don't call me 'boy!'" Malcolm snapped. Sapphire winced.

"Temper, temper! We don't want to start a street fight, now!" She said consolingly.

"Speak more clearly then demon,mixed signals could get yourself killed if your not careful"

"Well I am older than you." Diablo told malcolm.

"Still, I like to be spoken to as an equal. Despite my age, I'm every bit as capable as a 1,000-year-old dragon." Malcolm replied, regaining his composure.

Diablo laughed. "Equal?! When did you become my equal?!"

Malcolm smirked. "When I caught you spying on us, that's when. If I wasn't your equal, I wouldn't have noticed."

"Please. Spying is over-rated. I was mearly walking then saw you lot after being told to stay away from you."

"You obviously don't listen to good advice then"Rasferien scoffed.

"Would you prefer a duel, then, to test my strength?" Malcolm raised an eyebrow.

"No I don't." Diablo grinned again.

Sapphire stood up, her hands raised. "Let's not get carried away, now. We all know that we're strong, so unless you all want my lightning-infused fist in your faces, I suggest you cool it."

"So you're a Magic-wielder?"

"Yup. I specialize in Shadow, Lightning, and Wind spells, with martial arts and bojutsu to boot." She placed a hand on her staff strapped to her back. "I usually mix them all together for an original fighting style."

"Very nice." Diablo replied, his grin grew wider.

Sapphire released her grip on her staff and looked questioningly at Diablo. "What're you grinning about, Mr. Diablo?"

"Oh nothing." Diablo replied. You've just reviled your fighting style to me that's all.

Malcolm scowled. "How many people have you told your fighting style to, Sapphire? I'm surprised you're still alive."

"Hey, I'm still alive because I haven't told anyone my weaknesses!" Sapphire said defiantly. "I'll also get rid of any enemies who find out! Besides, my fighting style is not much different than the next Phantom's. Anyone could figure it out!"

Diablo smirked and twirled his cane.

"Nevermind the demon,he is just trying to incite anger amongst us.He enjoys other people fighting eachother."Rasferien said,watching Diablo closely

Sapphire whipped out her staff and pointed it at Rasferien. "Rasfer, I'm guessing you've already figured out my weaknesses. If we fight this freak, I'm counting on you and Malcolm to cover for me."

Malcolm made an exasperated face. "Gods, give me strength..."

"Oh so you want to fight?" Diablo asked.

"Are you deaf?! I said 'if' we fight, you dingbat!" She yelled.

Rasferien was surprised she pointed the staff at him but dismissed it.

"I will fight if both of you wish,however we should not give him the satisfaction"

"Smart boy." Diablo grinned evily.

"He's got a point, you know," Malcolm said dully. Sapphire pouted.

"I'm not worried about his satisfaction, I haven't had a good fight in ages!" She slammed the end of her staff into the ground, making several cracks appear. "I'm riled up!"

"Just a second ago you told us not to fight!" Malcolm said, pointing a finger at her accusingly. "Hypocrite!!"

"Suit yourself." Diablo said as he twirled his cane again.

Rasferien cracked his neck and gripped his sword in both hands.

Sapphire raised her staff, but then abruptly stopped and put her staff away. "Feh. He's not worth the effort."

"Wha...you know what, forget it!" Malcolm plopped himself down on the bench. "Do what you want."

"Coward." Diablo smirked.

Rasferien looked over his shoulder "Are you sure? Killing him would solve alot of headaches"

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