Tiberius glared at the boy who had given his name so freely to a stranger. While most of the group seemed intimidated by the purple haired sword wielder, the gray eyed leader along with a few others were not. With an arrogant smirk, the boy addressed the girl. "Kid, you're too young to be telling me what to do."

Green eyes shifted from the illustrations in his book to the newcomer. There was something different about the girl's weapon. It seemed like it was alive. Well, whatever it was, Stephen didn't care as long as no one bothered his reading.