"Didn't you even think to talk it through first? Don't you remember our code!?"
"Talk it through? I'm a Warrior, not a politician Abigail!" Zacharias stood from his seat, slamming his fist on the table in anger.
"If fighting is all you care about, then maybe you would have been better off becoming a Mordecai!"
"Maybe I would have... But you know what, when I walk through these streets, people look up to me, because I have earned their respect. I could never do that as a Mordecai, now could I? He sat back down slowly, running his left hand through his Phoenix coloured hair.
They had been at this for almost an hour. Zach had cut down a Mage in broad daylight, ignoring the Templar code to leave violence as a final resort, as usual. Although he WAS a respected Guardian (Though he preferred the title 'Knight'), he now could potentially face excommunication.
