Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-27666783-20200103065809

Anger, like an ignition source the Jinko could feel it roll through her bestial veins, grit her pantherine teeth. It felt rightous and clean. This matter was not over yet, if talk could not prevail, force would suffice. Chenguang took several rapid strokes over, a prowling grace few could achieve. Just for a glimpse, only a glimpse, before her was not her brother, perhaps not even a man… And in a glimpse it was over. Bertram locked in a single arm neck hold he had no ability to break, her other arm wrenching out a small velvet pouch from his pocket of man-made trinkets. Bertram didn't move at first, catatonic, even as Chenguang daintly removed her restraining arm from his neck. His breathing was low, eyes even and straight. The deed was done. "This ends today." She states. If he was going to try and butcher his own body, so she mused, perhaps it was best if she looked after hi-

In an explosion of movement, Bertram wildly twisted and latched onto the pouch clasped paw, a speed at which had caught Chenguang off guard. She'd never imagine a man of his physical attributes to move as he did. Frantically, fanatically, Bertram dove his hands to wrench her paw open, screaming. "Ragh! Give it back! You sanctimonious shitcuntgodmotherfuckingdicksniffer! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Give it baaack!" No poise, no regret, a psychotic fire glowed from his eyeballs, vocal chords melting under the vibration of his shrieks. His hands are callous but unwavering, slicing themselves across the tips of her claws, Chenguang could feel the red warmth of life lick her pawpad. Chenguang nearly dropped the bag, her honed and trained vigilance tested almost to a flinch. Defensively, she moves her free arm forward to attempt another neck hold, but is met with air. Bertram lunged downward, head diving for the side of her wrist, his jaws close around them.

The regular human jaw is suprisingly strong, despite even its musculature and jaw structure. Under stress it is capable of seemingly infeasible amounts of strength. Chenguang roared, her orange fur bristled and stood on end, electrifying chills of stabbing nails racked her nerves. She rifles her paw pack, and like a stapled ragdoll, a deranged rabid creature, Betram clung on. Not even bothering to keep his footing, yet hooked onto her limb. The sharp tinge of pain, the wild gnarling animal Bertram had become, Wuxiang…

She let her breathing steady, in one fell strike she collided a paw into his ribcage. Hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, only. Enough for him to release his bite with a cough.

"Fuck- C-Cunt! Cunting! Fuck! Whoresock!" He blathered and coughed aimlessly, voice already becoming slightly hoarse. Had any body been near their location out by the front area of the castle, they would have had a full display of this fit. Chenguang cinched him into a bearhug, now able to control his flailing. "I'll burn that peach fuzz off your slut-form cuntswather! Fucking- Fucking…" His own chest heaves moved slower, arms once digging at her hug firmly grasping, clinging. Chenguang felt it, the betrayal, the distrust, her heart sunk. She knew she was right, but she knew why he did it. It'd be selfish of her to call him selfish.

"You do not need escape, Bertram." Her bearhug relinquishing ever slightly. "You will fight it."

"Fight what?" He chokes out, "Fighting implies a violent struggle, the self-rightous fuckbuckets from the Rape God have no fight from us, were a joke. Shoving their gross ideals in our faces, can't take the piss without getting bent the fuck backward by them. This world is shite." He rambled, perhaps he even needed it. Chenguang could almost feel the empathy radiate off him.

"The forge, Bertram. The forge is in Calvin and Raxni's possession, it works."

Bertram chuckled, the cynical hurt on his tongue grazed his teeth. "We can't even get it without half the time threatening to blow the shit out of everything in the valley. The funny part is, bet one of them white haired flappy flappers could build us a full on realm, and Gods be damned factory at the snap of a finger. Fucking piss to we have to that? Sacrifice your entire childhood and adult life to train your ass off? There is a reason why ones like Jorge and Beorthic are rare.."

Chenguang was quick to answer, halting the line of thinking as fast as she could. "Were not the Overlord or the Fiends' yet, let me train you, we can start simple."

Scowling, Bertram brought a cut finger to his mouth, idlely sticking in his mouth to haphhazardly clean the blood from its cuts. "Are you not hearing me?"

"This." She moves a paw to jut at the flintlock again. "will not do. There is a limiter within you, you discovered that yourself. And we can break this limiter."

"Chen do you really want to know why I carry the stupid pistol? You really think I don't know it won't do jack arse to protect me? Really? I carry it to do me." He huffs, "Plenty Inquisits do, its a way out if you get in a shite situation. Even comes with runes to keep you below ground and out of the undead hands."

"Cowardly." Chenguang retorted, purposefully appealing to his pride, her brother violently struggled again.

"I've seen bigger beasts than you do the most pathetic shite in their fight or flight instincts, cat! Are you just trying to fuck with me?"

"Yes. That anger, that fire, I want you to use it. I want you to control it. I will weaponize it, I will teach you!" Chenguang opened her paw, the velvet pouch made plain. "One more, so I can get those cuts looked at without hearing your moping, and then no more escapes. No. More."

He didn't believe her, without the forge a man could spend twenty, thirty, forty years training on holy ground to even grasp achieving heroic levels of capability. Yet, he was curious beast, he snatched the pouch, rifling in his pocket for the pistol and placing it onto her paw. "What happened to mom, Chen? No cowshit this time."

Chenguang tossed the wooden device across the yard into a bush, her throat suddenly becoming hard to swallow. "She is alive. She is Èmó zhī dì and pledges to the East. She is Khan of Chongqing now. The fox, answers to her."