*SCRATCH!
A dagger scratch the wall, the hand around it returning it to it's hold.
"That's another day as Entrance Guards— great!"
"You make it sound that bad, Ral. Even though it's not." Colin stated, stepping through the open mansion gates with Dan beside him.
"Hah, for you it's a promotion and a dream come true. I'm a Pseudo— General remember, not a gatekeeper." Ral scoffed, taking the stairs which led on top of the gates.
"You're a Rank 1 brother, make sure to be adding that up from time to time." Colin retorted, taking no damage from the other's though his had struck a nerve.
"Hey, I'm still way above you— a good ten ranks."
"Yeah, we get it so tell the hawk eyes back there the same thing. Can't believe a single rank below makes you that pitiful— hah!"
"Tsk!" Dan muttered, his eyes glued on the open scroll he held.
"You, I'm not a bootlicker."
"Nobody said so, you're just revealing it yourself brother." Colin shrugged, leaning towards the side of the wall.
