Clyde stormed into the courtyard. Pettior was arranging the various weapons when he entered. He had seen everything transpire between him and Evelyn and he was beyond furious. He did not understand what Pettior's problem was with Evelyn, but he was furious about his treatment of her.
"What do you think you're doing?!" He growled and lunged forward. His fist collided with Pettior's face, smashing his nose. "You are meant to trane her! You are not meant to beat her down! How is she going to learn if you cannot set aside your bullshit feelings of her being a human?! She is your protector! You should be honored to trane her!" Clyde snarled at him. He was beyond furious with Pettior's treatment of Evelyn and watching her in pain tore him apart. He was not sure how he was meant to stay by her side and simply watch her being beaten down.
"She is weak!" Pettior snarled and grabbed his bloodied nose. "I never wanted to trane some weak human!"
