"... Wait?" Edmond repeated out of sheer incredulity. "Wait?"

He stepped away from Maxie, and shifted to stand, very upright and rigid, right in front of him. His dark blue brows furrowed, and a dark rage burned in his red irises. "I am Count Edmond Flamberge. Among other things, I have always been a devout worshiper of Groudon and of this volcano, which he has chosen as his abode!"

Usually, right about at this moment, he would have drawn out his sword and started swinging it around threateningly. But Edmond had left his sword at home, as he realized when he briefly searched for the hilt at his hip.

"And who are you? Who is it that dares stand in my way?"