Khavur was near impossible to miss even under ordinary circumstances. But now, the crashing neon explosion, booming and sparking through the cavern, was basically demanding its attention.

Others were quick to notice, and Labradorite watched Zoisite hastily skitter over to the reaver. The crack of stone suddenly sounded all to similar to the sound of cracking carapace, and Zoisite never liked violence. it didn't think about how it should- about how fighting was practically what they were all made for. About how sooner or later theyd have to get into a serious, real fight.

Instead, it stalked over, stance tensed in the face of Khavur's aggression. Almost protective as it stood next to Zoisite. It said nothing- what was there for it to say? calm down? It hoped it would, but for now it aimed to keep collateral damage down to a minimum.

It was fury unlike any other.

It felt sudden, out of nowhere, like an explosion. Or had this been slowly brewing, and you never noticed? It hadn't talked much to Khavur outside a few encounters. If it had, would it have seen this coming? Or was this truly sudden, a chaotic explosion of anger with no real cause?

Cowards

It waswasn'twaswasn't wasn't a coward. "I AM-" cut off by the rest of Khavur's rant, Labrodorite instead let out a silent snarl. Khavur's anger was infectious, it seemed. Even Zoisite snapped it's tail in anger, narrowly missing Labradorite's legs. It took a single step back, but it refused to flee. If you're not a coward, then prove it.

"If we were weak, we wouldn't be here." Because it was true, wasn't it? Weakness was purged from the forge, one way or another. It turned as Khavur did, refusing to break it's gaze. Refusing to stand down, refusing to do anything that would insinuate weakness.

The tension built with every insult, with every snarl and glare and threat. Building and building and building-

-and finally, a release.

A flurry of movement from all parties, all at once and hard to keep track of. Claws flew through the air, pinchers, clacked on nothing, and Labradorite launched forward. It was only looking to stun- because maybe if it was forced to stop, then maybe it's thoughts would catch up with the wildfire ravaging through it.

Then maybe it would stop spouting the harsh truth these horrid insults.

It's head connected with the side or upper body of one of Khavur, but the blow was pitiful. The only thing it truly accomplished was proving Khavur's point of it's weakness.

"Quiet now, huh?" It snarled at Khavur's lack of response, eyes flaring like angry red coals. It wanted this to stop. It wanted Khavur to stop attacking and stop speaking and stop everything.

And it wanted to stop being weak.

Khavur turned, readying it's spiked tail, glistening with cherry-scented faulty venom like blood. Labradorite grimaced, preparing itself for the hit. Hopefully it could run out of the way, or somehow lessen the blow, or-

This time, the crunch that rung out WAS a cracked carapace, and before it could worry about Zoisite's injury, it had to worry about the mass of quills and armor rolling right towards it.

It managed to step out of the way in time, though it was still grazed by Zoisite's quills, leaving a couple cuts and scrapes on it's legs. "STOP!" It growled, drops of oil flying in all directs as it's tail lashed.
"What are you doing? What are you trying toprove?" It'd step over where Zoisite had landed, a barrier in between the rampaging reaver and the injured insectoid.