"Well, I guess you are the lucky one who gets to have a date with lady death," he said in a congratulatory tone to the third black-clothed invader, his trademark wicked smile rising up his face.
The person in question could feel all the hairs on his body stand up and flames immediately started flowing around his fists as he immediately assumed a defensive position, yet he didn't say anything.
Though he wasn't willing to admit it with his own mouth, he was more than a little scared by Davies's threat to his life.
The dagger-wielding invader wasn't even a little bit angry by Davies's attitude of treating him like he wasn't even there and directly targeting his comrade because he knew that Davies had the capability to make good on his words if they didn't do their best to stop him... At least judging from the capability that he had already shown, it was believable.
