" I don't understand how it happened and why it happened but," Yakov elegantly took off his gloves and put them in his breast pocket as he walked inside the room. He flexed his fingers and then much to Bree's horror unsheathed his claws, just like the Wolverine except, his claws were sharper, longer and much more dangerous. " But please just stay where you are and let me kill you so that we can move on, Sir Dion. It was nice working with you, do you have any last wishes? If so please do keep them in your heart because I do not wish your soul to be liberated."
" Wait, wait, wait!" said Dion as he jumped up from Bree and hurriedly put on his clothes, he was afraid that if he was a second too late, he will be turned into a shredded potato. " This isn't what it looks like I am the Queen's aide, how can I make a move on her? It is just a little misunderstanding."
