Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161214232614/@comment-24141785-20161215033128

He had tried to hold on - tried to control himself from himself. He had held onto this rage the moment that Ragnar was taken away and killed, up to the death of Zaydate, and now here - facing off against the man who devastated his life.

Each and every time Than chipped away at his life, he had to toughen up more and more - so much so it crippled his identity. But he didn't care anymore, couldn't care even if he tried. All he wanted was Tharn's blood - and all he had to do was get one lucky blow...

The Breton broke into a savage and carnivorous charge, one that, although left him in great risk, could allow him to strike a devastating shot on the Half-Breed. He couldn't feel anything in his body aside from adrenaline and the deep, long-rooted hatred he had been harbouring for so long. His eyes glared deeply at Than with the burning passion to see the man himself flamed.