Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151105210410/@comment-24849899-20151108101424

That comment no longer striked him, it was true, and he simply accepted it, he was a monster, a heartless bastard. He didn't care anymore, at least that what he thinks.

"Onvard men, to var..." He ordered, taking out his sabre and leading the charge to where the rouge factions were fighting against his men.

He marched on, his troops following behind as they traveled on foot for hours.

After one battle, they were victorious, he even had the opportunity to interrogate a prisoner.

Markus then used his torture methods on the poor mamono, an Alice to be precise.

"Vhere... is... ze... supply depot." He asked, his mask making his voice horrendously horrifying.

She was horrible, beat up, he beat her so much he shattered one of her horns off.

As he was about to do another strike, his hand was stopped.