Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160328191316

This was nothing. Nothing! NOTHING! Mercy bit through the pain, his hands ripping through Dreadnaught's face, His phantasms aiming to attack the Shadow engulfing them. Not with actual attacks, no, but feeding themselves to her, or trying to suck her up themselves. With each one she swallowed, the phantasm would overwhelm her senses with its pent up hatred and evil; the berserk workings of Mercy's mind; an insatiable urge to slay, kill, maim and engulf the world in blood. The world around Mercy did not exist. Just this mechanism he would pry apart, and the voice speaking for him. He did know anger.. rage.. hatred. And they would experience it firsthand!