Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160307075415

He tasted the blood in his mouth.. his grip on the knife tightened.. no amount of positivity could overwhelm the sheer anger.. the hatred.. the pain, this boy felt. The same anger, hatred, and pain he wished to inflict on others. Despite the blood in his mouth.. he seemed surprisingly uninjured. His nose remained intact, bleeding from the nostrils.. and his tongue absolutely was bleeding, from where he mistakenly bit it in recoil of the butting.

"Commander Mercy's.. hurt? Someone get a visual, I'm unable to tell." One of the soldiers echoed out.

"Blood confirmed, eeeh.. no other visible injuries." Another clarified. Indeed.. Mercy wasn't even bruised, from the headbutt. He looked back up at Armstrong.. his expression unchanging.

'''"It seems as though... our philosophies collide." '''He still sounded so calm. '''"If your intention is to get in my way.. then, like the other 941 monsters before you.. I will slaughter you like prey; and gut you with this knife." '''He looked back down at it, as he.. walked right past Armstrong, his eyes going to the Dragon in the air. '''"What noise will you make, when I plunge the knife into you, hm? Will you scream? Will you cry? Will you beg for mercy? Every other victim of mine.. has done one of those three." '''He turned back to Armstrong, now in a ready stance. "Be grateful, large one. For you shall be my first human kill. After you lay dead.. that dragon is next."

"Mercy is engaged. Ready weapons." DM could only look on.. astounded. He looked between Mercy, Armstrong, and the Dragon.. how would this confrontation go down? In truth.. DM wanted to retreat, and let this sociopath fight this dragon.. while they rescued more people! He tried to convey this to Armstrong, but his heart seemed frozen with fear.. he feared for the Gentleman's life. Like the Dragon.. this boy was in a league of his own, it seemed!