"What did you call me?" Isaiah said lowly, and full of malice. Had Lawrence said that even ten minutes ago, Isaiah would've probably fell his own sword in grief. Unfortunately for the older knight those times had ended as soon as he entered this ballroom. The warrior Isaiah was back and he was not happy with the situation at all. Blue fire encompassed his armor and vanished leaving him in a full suit of
strange ebony armor. His eyes now took a cold blue color and small flames flickered in each. He removed his blades as walked closer to Lawrence. Ever since he could renumber he had wanted to take on Lawrence in a spar, that was back when he respected the man. Now he was relishing the chance to take his life.. "Why don't you come show me how pathetic I am, you old drunk?."