( where the other half go, to late to aim the piece at me)
Drago's dual bladed staff spun in his hand, glowing with the indication of drago's telekinesis , cutting the chair half into pieces*
Small shards of wood showered him, all but a few bouncing of onto the floor*
The others dug into his exposed underbelly, like bad splinters, causing Drago to betray his emotion and flinch, Drago, now enraged withdrew one of the pieces of wood and placed the blood covered end and placed it in his mouth.
" Death by toothpick, that would be embarrassing" Drago laughed
" What's that thunder by the way" he asked now circling Zarc, he was near Zaida at this point " hey beautiful, what's gem doing here in this cesspool of a place" still not keeping his eyes of Zarconite and his mysterious weapon