Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160328023335

Mercy frowned... everything was dead, now. His entire army. Decimated. He was the only one left.. actually, no. Overwatch had over 60,000 strong back on the Order continent.. this was just whom they had sent to Zipangu.. not all hope was lost.. and yet despite that, Mercy felt such an overwhelming rage consume him. It was such an intense rage, in fact.. his mind couldn't comprehend it fully. He felt calm, despite his rage. It was with this ironic serene mind that he stepped out of the beast's swinging range. He looked around aimlessly.. looking for the sharpest, smallest weapon. What he settled with was one of his fallen comrade's longswords, jagged and half its original length, from where this beast had cleaved through it. It was.. almost like his knife. A bit heavier, anyway. He pointed the jagged thing at the beast, that vacant smile having never left his face.

'''"You behave like a beast... and thus, you shall fall like one. I will avenge Overwatch.. and use everything I have." '''When Mercy fought Armstrong.. indeed, he had been holding back considerably. But now, he saw no reason to. He walked towards the Beast.. trailing a reddish black aura behind him.