Braeden heard the whispered words from beside him, his hands tightened on the hilts of the blades at his hips. "What's gotten into you?" He tore his gaze from their target, a Darkspear who had been carousing throughout Orgrimmar all night, and who had now wandered drunkenly into the drag.
His eyes flared a cold blue before refocusing upon Azanae, their eyes mirrored each other now, something he'd grown used to. Pacts made had bound them even more tightly to one another than their vows and son had. "He's in my way." Braeden growled quietly, fury unrestrained in that look.
"Each one of them is in my way. They stand between us and those who came for our family. The ones HE wants? They can die quiet, they can die fast. But the ones we want? It won't be fast, it won't be quiet, and I promise it won't be fucking painless." Well worn leather creaked quietly as he eased the grip on his blades, his eyes refusing to look away from her own.
"They wanted me to become a killer again, to force me to become a killer again by threatening our family. I left that life behind. I wanted to focus on our family, to work on our business and turn one ship into more than the three we have. They wouldn't take no for an answer, Azanae. They killed you, they tried to kill Thaellan." The laugh that escaped his lips was not friendly, nor was it amused. "They should have known better. I was the Spider of Ravenholdt. They once feared what would happen if I was provoked. If they consider that provocation, I have no words for this. They will remember, all of them, this message. My family is never to be fucked with. They are all going to die, and I will conduct a symphony in their pain and their blood that reaches every dark corner of this world, and they will mark it well, that we are not to be provoked."
"What's gotten into me? Rage, fury, and all of the things from a life that I tried to leave behind. We're going to remind them what happens when you challenge a storm that you cannot possibly control."