Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160328114558

Mercy paused as Moor Dread and this "Dreadnaught" character began fighting. In a way, he was somewhat relieved.. had he not been recovering.. he would not have been so eager to stop. Both parties would notice his body steaming as his burns faded, his scars healing, and his expression gaining more life.. more murderous intent.

'''"You murder all of my soldiers.. and then tell me to run..?" '''He clutched the broken sword he swiped up tighter. '''"I'm not like you pathetic monsters. I do not flee at the first sign of trouble. Matters such as dying to not trouble me, any longer." '''His thoughts drifted to Armstrong... Mercy saw himself as an... opposite, to him. '''"My negative emotion, my hatred.. my anger.. I have swallowed many, with it. Overwatch... got in over its head. For me, though.. this is merely a wake-up call. I can't hold back, anymore. I am the anti-thesis of what makes up your philosophies of life." '''He took a step closer to the reforming Golem.

'''"I actually do not know who I am talking to.. I refuse to believe you are this monstrosity.. your voice reminds me of the 1000 or so monsters I have killed, thus far.. seductive, feminine.. enticing." '''His teeth were bore in a horrifying grin. '''"I wonder how it will sound.. when I begin cutting you.. the best screams by far have been from tiny little Fairies.. will you produce a better sound than they..?" '''At this, he rushed the golem at blinding speed. He didn't care where he slashed, as long as there was something in front of him to slash. His negativity... he would act on it: in the name of Vengeance. Mercy's slashes.. they were the sort of thing to cut through Dragons with minimal effort.