Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20191112022657/@comment-36459171-20191115115314

”Breathe.” Kars commanded, keeping his gaze level with hers, though anyone could see the pint up rage in his body. How dare this human... Kars sould swear vengeance, that man would not live another day. Nirvana’s crying only added to his stress, balling up his fist before releasing it again. As more and more people came in, it became harder to keep his temper. “Who cares about Genji?!” He snapped, keeping his gaze glued to Eurythmic. As Eurythmic began to plead for Nirvana, Kars turned towards Bohemian Rhapsody for a second, “Hands off the baby, you old hag!” He hissed.

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Genji stood amongst the results of his own destruction, sweat beading his forehead, the rusted scent of blood tinging the air. He hadn’t known Dragon’s Breath could be this powerful, or even a fighter to begin with. So this was it. These people, the ones who gave him away out of fear and resentment, all dead now. He kicked at a limp body, his lips twisting into a scowl,

“This never would’ve happened if you hadn’t hit her.”

Without turning back, he made his way back to camp, Dragon’s Breath returning to within Genji. He was drained after that, the adrenaline wearing off. Soon, he had noticed a new open wound, one that looked familiar to his many other scars. It didn’t hurt that much so he waved it off.