"Are you done?"
That question made Maximus scoff, but Abel kept his monotonous countenance.
"Don't get me wrong, my friend," said Abel cooly, not meeting Maximus's anger. If anything, Abel's anger slightly subsided while listening to Maximus spout nonsense. "I'm just wondering if you're done, or if you still have a lot to say about my nephew and his children. You went from my sisters, after all. So I'd naturally think you would also attack the rest of the seeds you so loath."
"Go on," Abel urged calmly. "Shoot. Keep wagging that tongue before I cut it."
"Times changed," Maximus smirked. "I no longer plan to hide or run away from you all."
His lips stretched, appearing more wicked than he already appeared. "I will kill every single one of you and I'll start with you."
Boom!
