"Kassadin, to call yourself a peer to that chosen one insect is a disgrace to the Imperial!" Desert sneered.
"Got a problem?" Kassadin, never one to suffer fools, spun around and shouted, "Insult my brother one more time and see if I don't end your life!"
"You—" Desert was seething, his finger pointing at Kassadin but unable to find the words.
"Point at me again and see if I don't break that finger off!" Kassadin, fiery-tempered and not one to bear slight, was overtly threatening.
Desert trembled with rage. "Kassadin, go ahead, flaunt your arrogance! Soon our army will encroach upon the Dark Hell, and though you may be Imperial, you consort with the empress of the Dark Hell. You won't escape a terrible fate!"
"To be honest, I'm not too fond of that woman," Kassadin grimaced at Desert. "But since you mentioned it, I'm curious what methods your Endless Abyss has up its sleeves. Are you sticking around for me to challenge you?"
