"What we're going to do has nothing to do with you. Get out of here quickly, or face the consequences," Borgia said coldly.
"To make us leave, who do you think you are? A bunch of gutter-dwelling bird-men," Tarbert sneered.
Vampires, due to their race, quite dislike sunlight and generally prefer living in dark ancient castles.
"A group of rude, savage beast-men, indeed lacking in manners, such filthy language," Borgia chuckled coldly.
Werewolves have a character closer to beasts, so their actions are often very violent and crude.
The two sides kept bickering, gradually growing more heated, their eyes glinting with fierce light.
"Vampires, if you stay here, don't blame us for taking action!" Tarbert shouted coldly.
"Afraid of you?" Borgia retorted.
"Roar!"
Tarbert was furious, letting out a howl to the sky, disregarding his injuries, and entered a combat state, his body expanded a bit.
Whoosh!
