*"Only one has full Authority over me, and it isn't you. Understand?"* *small rocks NOT big enough to cause damage, fall from the clouds*
"Hold on..." Asmo turned and looked outside. "Those are rocks. Didn't think weather worked like that."
"This bar does mean a lot to the Dreaded One. It symbolizes what she calls her retirement. A chance to settle down. I do believe she would be happy to come clear out a few rock clouds."
*"You angered me. But in order to keep my promise, I make the rocks evaporate. Thus its an annoyance."*
*"You disrespected a race that I hold dear. The humans are ingenious and you treated them like they were less then the dirt on the ground under your hooves."*
*"I stated a clear fact, they have done very little. And you were calling Humanity shaved apes longer than I spoke on the princesses, and long before it as well."*
"No, I called them bald apes. If you know anything about their biology, which you should, seeing that you love them so much, you'll see it is an accurate nickname. Not insult, Architect, nickname."
Silver stood up and drew his sword. His tone was calm, but his fury was obvious. "That is enough. If you dare speak ill of the princesses again, I will cut your disrespectful tongue from your head."
"Forget this." Azrael walked back inside. Asmo rolled his eyes. "Alright, Arch, five more minutes, then this little rock tantrum has to stop."