Zarra looked towards the mosquitoes clinking and raised his staff and disintegrated them causing the clinking to stop. Draig narrowed his eyes on the Mage and flexed his fingers causing a crackling to be heard.
"What is the meaning of this mage" called Draig, the mosquitoes didn't really hold much use to him except for collection but still the act of destroying them had earned his chagrin.
"Get by with your own skill from now on, if you really want to fill that disgusting little book of yours then do it with your own power instead of these cloak and dagger tactics" stated the mage settling a serious gaze on the vampire.
Draig sneered before disappearing from the spot but was quickly swatted back into his position by Zarra who had intercepted him.
"What are you doing now" demanded Draig holding his arm that seemed to have gone limp.
"Stopping you" stated Zarra simply his serious gaze set on the vampire.
