Nick stared at Ryuta blankly for a moment, then leapt forward and slapped him across the face in a viscious frenzy. He was usually calm and pacifistic, but nobody came between him and bubblegum soda. There were ramifications for that sort of thing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Aeon howled, as the freezing, sticky, blue liquid cascaded over him. He jumped up onto his feet, suddenly sober again, and immediately drew a fistful of knives. "What the hell do you think you're doing, asshat?! You wanna piece of me?"
Deathwatch hovered over Silan, glaring down at her with his evil ol' eyes. "I saw that, young lady. I suggest you return my grandson's blood at once, or I will be forced to do unpleasant...things. And as far as I can tell, people prefer having their head on their shoulders, instead of...the alternative." He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, hoisted her into the air and glared at her brutally. "This is a wedding, not an opportunity to cause misery and havoc. I won't say that again, understand?"