Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160328184046

Dreadnought stares at him, his one visible red eye glaring at him, his eyepatch burning away slowly still. As mercy stood atop his shoulders, jabbing at his eyes, Dreadnought simply runs him through the chest with his sword. As he does this, his shadow stretches towards the phantasms, the first being drowned by it before fizzling away. We've been here for 4,000 years... You think you're special because you're angry? the female voice again chastises him.

For the first time since meeting, Dreadnought speaks. His voice derranged by a rage that not even Mercy could fathom. "You know nothing of anger!" he bellows, his eye shining brilliantly as he tosses mercy to the ground with his sword.