Aaheru glared at Ajani one second longer, his hands still clenched in the other's shirt before he pulled away, letting out a sound of disgust. His scales lightened in color along his body, but his face and hair still held onto their bright hues. Ajani's words got to him too bad and he couldn't let go just yet. "So what anyway? I bet you're mister perfect at home, good family, lots of praise even though you just walk along an empty border doing nothing. At least my people's warriors do something!"