The speed at which Narmidor rushed forth managed to take even Theo by surprise.
Save for his own, magic-improved runs, this was the fastest he has ever seen anyone move, even that huntress from the wilderness included.
Contrary to that huntress, though, Narmidor didn't advance to charge Theo down and then take him down. Instead, he merely grabbed his arm, squeezing it tight and shaking it while all sorts of words boiled below his puffed-out yet tightly sealed mouth.
'What is he… Did he notice the degree of his emotions in the moment and thus decide to seal his lips not to let himself say something he would regret down the line?'
That was Theo's best bet from what little he could observe while the patriarch violently shook his shoulder.
"The hell!"
Finally, Narmidor spoke.
Yet, rather than screaming out, he somehow managed to muffle his words, turning them into a hushed scold.
