Lucas snarls, saliva dripping from his vicious-looking canines.
"You will die at my hands"
Rhys has to step back from his elevated position, the ropes around the ring barely managing to hold together under the pressure of his tight grip, he is about three seconds off tearing the whole ring apart in the process of getting to Lucas.
Others in the crowd may not be able to hear the conversation between the two, but he is close enough, and his senses are keen enough to pinpoint it through all the noise around them. Hearing a death threat like that aimed at her is more than he can possibly take.
He speaks to Cohen without looking at him.
"I'm trying to let her have her time, but there may come a point where you are going to have to hold me back"
If there is anyone that might have a chance
