"Yes. If you would have looked at her, you'd have seen that nasty wound."
Montague managed a small smile of relief as the Mienshao confirmed his suspicions, thankful that that the fighting-type was the cold-blooded killer he’d previously appeared to be. Still, despite his innocence, the weasel going on to justify his actions; the Seviper remained uncomfortable at this turn of events. He shuffled awkwardly on the spot, subconsciously moving closer to Capulet who radiated a silent hate. One look at the ferret’s face confirmed that Montague had made a great error in his defence of Damon.
As Montague expected, Capulet was indeed pissed off. His ear twitched angrily as the shiny weasel sauntered away from Velshaine, victorious as he smugly explained his chivalrous attempts at protecting the group. He scoffed loudly throughout the speech, disbelieving and still utterly convinced this guy was a complete asshole. Glaring daggers, the Zangoose didn’t even acknowledge the treacherous serpent as he slithered closer, apparently regretting his alliance. Capulet would give him no pity.
"So. Does that settle everything? Can we continue the day like mature adults, or are you just too hot and bothered to settle for such a diplomatic end, Ferret?"
Capulet visibly bristled as Damon turned to him, his eyes practically alight with ungodly mischief. He’d been so close to wiping that smirk from the weasel’s loathsome features and that snake had to go and ruin things. Reminding himself how unbearable their entire reptilian species was, Capulet soon cursed himself for being so trusting. He’d thought Montague had been alright – the exception amongst his villainous kin, yet at the end of the day, a Seviper could never change.
“Go fuck yourself,” Capulet growled bluntly, glare on the Mienshao despite his mental inclusion of Montague in the insult. He snorted, looking to Velshaine for a decision. Surely he’d come to his senses by now? This guy would be the death of them all.