「♛ 」—» The flames shooting from the Vongola Primo’s gauntlets warmed the air around him as he hovered above the city, golden eyes glancing downward at the destruction wrought among silver towers. Screams of panic and the sounds of shattering glass drifted up to him from the ground, head tilting to catch the different patches of destruction. It was madness down there; hostile soldiers mowing down NPCs, alternates looting and pillaging. It made Giotto’s eyes harden into twin orbs of flame-colored anger, his fire bright and raging. This was unacceptable. Nothing like this should go on, ever. Especially not with the Vongola’s boss in town.
But he was waiting. Waiting for a specific thing to appear. His gaze scanned the landscape below him, trying to catch a glimpse of honey-colored hair. But he’d seen nothing so far... not even a hint. It made Giotto frown, but he was patient. He’d wait for however long he needed to. Or, at least he thought, until another face came into the view of his hawk’s view. It made the Primo’s mouth curl downwards into a frown, forehead wrinkling. He hadn't expected to run into this individual, and definitely not looking like that. But chaos swam in the wake of the auburn-haired man’s footsteps, and Giotto couldn't allow this to continue. With a tilt of his body, the mafioso dove forward, ready to meet his adversary.
For a moment after Giotto’s feet touched the ground, he studied the other man before him, expression calm and cool. He’d never thought he’d have to fight this person, but he supposed he had no choice.
“ Sawada Tsunayoshi... my decimo. Even if it is you, I cannot allow this to continue. If you will not consent, I will have to use force. “