Zlatan's next target was locked on, and so slowly, he made to get his obese self off his chair and onto the ground. His thoughts were already on its squishiness and savouriness, and the oiliness left behind with each and every bite. Finally, after numerous efforts and determination, he made a descent from the chair, being heavy for his own self to carry. He probably weighed a ton, considering how heavily he landed and shook the ground underneath his feet.
Having his legs small and hidden under the folds of fat, as fast as he posibly could, he rushed past his mother, father and mistress who stood behind him. She was giggling away, watching Belle almost finish up the hill she tried to get down. Still, Zlatan didn't care less about her anyway, at least unlike how he cherished and loved her cooking greatly. After all, she was the head maid of the Elmore Mansion— pretty messed up right? But, Kaleb didn't care about flaunting her openly for all to see he had an extra sword alongside his main one. After all, with mother's condition and Vans not meddling in any of his brother's affairs of that sort, there was none to oppose him anyway.
All having failed to notice such a huge figure pass by them, which was quite miraculous to be honest here. Zlatan now stood between Vans and Kaleb at the edge of the table, his eyes on the plate just a meter away. The target was now in reach, his mouth watering for it already. Stretching out his hands to reach the plate, he suddenly froze with an abrupt outburst of spiritual energy and a loud BANG.
"Enough!!!" Kaleb's voice resounded throughout the hall, slamming his hand hard on the table with fluctuations of spiritual energy being seen all around him.
'Huh, its flying up.' Zlatan could see the plate raise with the slamming and the ham alongside with it. Coming down, it decided to take its own route and as if also trying to reach its rightful place — his mouth — it was coming in his direction. Reading the trajectory of the target, he could tell it would be falling half a meter away and so, he had to reach it quickly.
"Kaleb, do you intend to break the rules of this mansion?" Vans calm voice was heard as he scanned the startled faces of everyone on the table, except his nieces Bella and Belle of course.
"Break the rules, hah I'll be the one making it when you're blown out, brother." Kaleb bellowed, the crashing of the plate of rice on table and thwacking sound of the ham following suit.
Just then his gaze slowly shifted to the piece of meat and then to the hand almost about reaching it. Following the tiny hands to the big arm, and then the chubby 30 year old it belonged to. Kaleb stared at Zlatan's drenching face blankly, then back at the piece of meat.
"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, a perplexed but maddened look up his face.
"Um, I'm…trying to get the…ham" Zlatan said without a second thought having his mind set oh the meal, as he struggled to close the tiny whiny miny distance between him and the ham.
"Trying to get the ham?" Kaleb mumbled, as if in a sort of daze with his brain slowly processing the data in bits and bytes. Soon, like a switch which was off, the realization of the words flicked it on and soon he was a raging furnace.
"You unsatisfied bastard— die!!" His hands were suddenly set ablaze with his sliver aura, as he went in for an attack at Zlatan.
*BANG!
"Haa." He hummed, finally reaching and drawing in the piece of meat towards himself. 'Got it!' The world had surely completely faded away from his mind now, as it was just two existence in it now, him and the ham.
"Are you trying to kill your own son, Kaleb?" Vans voice remained calm and audible enough to Kaleb's hearing alone. His calmness did nothing than just, angering him more as the fact that his elder brother seemingly took him as nothing if not a complete joke, filled his thoughts. His attack had been blocked away with just his palm alone, and Kaleb couldn't seem to be able to pull out his hands at all. Everyone knew Vans evidently did beat him in terms of physical strength, after all he was a Knight while the other being Hunter instead.
"You're looking down on me far too much, brother." Kaleb declared loudly and arrogantly, receiving no reply from him.
"Nohm Nohm" Zlatan munched on the ham aggressively, enjoying each bite yet, finishing it up quickly also. His eyes which were shut, flew open finally hearing his father's words, getting to him more than the loud bang and previous words seconds ago.
'Uncle Vans and Father? They're at it again. Guess I'm not the only one to be silly before guests then.' Zlatan simply thought, his fingers now at the mercy of his tongue.
"I'm finally done!! Did you all see it?!" Belle chimed, a big smile up her face.
"Huh?" She heard no claps or more cheers, not knowing when they even stopped coming.
She looked at the faces around her, only to see their gazes not on her anymore but at the other edge of the table. Following it, she saw the two figures and wasn't surprised as much as the Sterns were.
"Mia, grab all the kids to safety. You too Darren, I'll handle him." Vans ordered, breaking the stone around them as Mia and her children got up from their seats. Kaleb was still struggling to free himself from his grip, he knew of his brother's large ego. A knight and member of the Crane Kingdom's Kingsguard, losing out to a savage B-class Monster Hunter wasn't acceptable to him. However, the fact that Vans had said he'll handle him had added more wood to the fire.
"The aura is spreading out!" Vans was alarmed now. He still hadn't done anything about his nephew beside him who was slurping down a bowl of noodles— wait? Everyone used a plate except him, but when did he?!. Vans shooked his head and turned towards the edge of the table to the others. After all, he had to do something before his brother went out of control.
"Mia, scrolls!" He barked out to his wife.