"You destroyed my restaurant!" the man roared, his deep voice echoing through the entire coral room. "Who's going to pay for all this damage, huh?!"
The restaurant had fallen completely silent again. The clinking of shattered plates and the drifting of broken coral shards were the only sounds that filled the space for a few long seconds.
The one yelling stood tall easily over seven feet.. his bluish skin shimmering faintly under the light filtering through the water. Thick muscles bulged across his arms and chest, and veins ran like cords beneath the surface, pulsing with tension. His jaw was sharp, his teeth faintly pointed, his fins pressed tight against his neck ..marks of an Atlantian.
His furious eyes burned like stormy seas. From his tone, and the apron tied awkwardly around his massive waist, it was clear this was the owner of the restaurant.
He looked ready to crush Razeal where he stood.
But Razeal… well didn't seems to be looking scared for now..
