Corvus and Astra were not the only one betting on who was going to teach the man his manners so they could continue on with this supposed meeting. Although for most it was just a bet with themselves. In fact, a few were already getting to the point of frustration that if no one did step in, they would do it themselves just to shut him up.
The low rumbling growl of the Lion escalated as he had yet another finger jabbed in his face. He bared his teeth as spit dripped from his salivating mouth. The human was right, he did want to taste this 'French food'. Yet before he got the chance, a hand clamped around that finger and wrenched it until it let out a sickening crunch.
The Frenchman's whining was quickly interrupted by a howling of pain as he clutched his hand in front of him. His finger was still extended, but it was twisted and pointing in three different directions. None of which were the direction fingers were supposed to point.
