Vico stomped his hooves on the ground impatiently as Claphore dealt with the young man who seemed more than incapable of simply shutting up. Once the boy was taken care of Vico returned his entire attention to Andromeda who seemed to, at one point, get some sort of idea on her own for how to get out of the situation - but that idea was entirely abandoned soon enough. He tenses the string of his bow once more, if only for the assurance that - even if the werewolf should try something, his arrow would injure her, or her friend, before she got very far.
"Now leave what you've taken." Vico began, his eyes darting between the two, wondering what they would be setting down on the forest floor. "Once that is done we'll walk you safely to the forest's edge and you won't come back here for the rest of your schooling, or our arrows will not hit the ground and our swords will not stop at your throats. I fear you wizards have become too accustomed to getting off the hook. You do not see centaurs riding through villages. You do not see us invading your lands. You have the entire world. My herd has this forest, and just as we respect your lands we should hope that our lands be respected as well. Our land is not a playground for school children." Vico's cold voice had a hint of exasperation in it at one point as he spoke, he was altogether sick of dealing with these wizards and being too uneasy to actually kill a few and teach the lot of them a lesson. Tonight was his breaking point. A werewolf in his land? On a full moon? The next student to trespass on the rightful land of his herd would be the first student to taste death from the hands of a centaur.
"Now leave what you've taken." Vico began, his eyes darting between the two, wondering what they would be setting down on the forest floor. "Once that is done we'll walk you safely to the forest's edge and you won't come back here for the rest of your schooling, or our arrows will not hit the ground and our swords will not stop at your throats. I fear you wizards have become too accustomed to getting off the hook. You do not see centaurs riding through villages. You do not see us invading your lands. You have the entire world. My herd has this forest, and just as we respect your lands we should hope that our lands be respected as well. Our land is not a playground for school children." Vico's cold voice had a hint of exasperation in it at one point as he spoke, he was altogether sick of dealing with these wizards and being too uneasy to actually kill a few and teach the lot of them a lesson. Tonight was his breaking point. A werewolf in his land? On a full moon? The next student to trespass on the rightful land of his herd would be the first student to taste death from the hands of a centaur.