darg

The only one who did not break and run was Darg himself.

In short, he was someone that Darg could very likely use.

But it would still take Darg time to find a way to come down after him.

But we've done a good deal of research on Darg, and it seemed a reasonable guess.

At the far end of the ramp that they were upon, Darg was suddenly there.

It was, however, an attitude that Darg found most intriguing.

"I believe you're now free for the evening," Darg told her calmly.

Darg was standing there, as he knew he would be.

But Darg had him cold, they both knew it.

Darg didn't even glance in the direction of the noise.

And with that, Darg made it quite clear that the meeting was over.

He craned his neck around and saw Darg charging him.

Darg looked at him in confusion, and suddenly he dematerialized.

The man who was holding her head steady angled around so that Darg would have a clear shot.

It took a moment for Darg to register for himself what he had just seen.

Darg found himself unconsciously keeping time with a steady beat on the table.

Darg was the only one he managed to spot, but that wasn't too surprising.

"Why, to make you mine, my dear," Darg told her.

Then, with an infuriated roar and no other warning, he came straight at Darg.

They started coming in from all sides, bruisers big and small, advancing on Darg.

But the silver-haired man moved so quickly that Darg didn't even see it.

Once more he started to walk away, and Darg said, "You seem to be in quite a hurry to leave."

"Thank you all for coming," Darg said once every-one was settled.

It was not Darg who had spoken, however.

"There will be," Darg said with a small smile.