HP: 3 | LP:0
Juto bares his teeth, slamming his drink onto the table. "One good idea dosn't mean you can make all the decisions yourself." Though his voice was harsh, it was undercut with a telepathic sensation of assurance. His anger was simplt him playing his part, as he tries to improve upon the idea further. "Tomorrow is for testing the others, but tonight, I want to see what Dreg's men are real capable of. Might as well get those other ones out of the way too, catch a bushel of aclet-oria with one net."
Standing up from his seat, he looks to the Medina with his bloodlust in his eyes. "Whatever it is you have to do can wait, can't it? Wouldn't you rather see me put my best against your own? I want to see a battle that prooves your worth our respect, and no doubt you want the same of us."