Speech = ''.....''
Thoughts = [... ...]
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...What happens when an unstoppable force collides with a very movable force? Simple annihilation...
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He hated this...
He...he definitely hatted this...
The thought of combat and battle against a final and worthy foe having stirred up feelings long buried under centuries of boredom had reawakened in full, pumping his ancient veins with a never ending wave of stimuli that pushed him to even greater heights of battle prowess.
His body was like an old, but well oil machine that was been put out from whatever dark corner it had been drop of coming back to life. The more time it went on his muscle memory and body became one with each other, regaining faculties he had thought lost, but had only remained hidden until the time came for him to unravel his full potential once more.
The things he could do now, the feats he could perform, would have shamed his younger self.
He should have been pleased...
He should have been grateful for having the chance to not just toy with his prey, but actually enjoy the battle.
He should....
Yet whatever joy he had felt at first had slowly wilted away like the petals of a rose under the winds of winter, chip down by the ever growing weight of bitterness and annoyance as he was DENIED time and time again the sound of his foes flesh breaking down.
Of feeling his blood spurt out from the wound that would give him death and stain his face with its warmth.
To hear his voice..!
But he was denied.
He, the nightmare of Midgar, the terror of the night, the greatest of killers that had ever walked the soil of this world...was denied.
Like a small child trying to push mountains with his fists, an idiot trying to hold the ocean between his fingers.
His sweat trailed down his glistening skin, mixing with the trails of blood already staining his face in the process before falling down to the ground as Fenrir bit down his lip, quelling down a grunt of agony when he parried away a slash that would have left him a head smaller than before.
He had fought for almost a thousand years, he had been honed in the fires of dozes of wars, even now keeping him sharp and on his feet.
He had killed thousands of men in any battle...
But this man.., no, this thing was nothing like he had ever faced before.
His eyes hurt from the amount of rapid movement they had been making, his skin and bones ached terribly from the heat of a million and one close calls, his muscles bled with each passing second, straining further and further his healing magic to the point that he could not keep his arms from trembling ever so slightly or completely seal some wounds.
Pushed...
He was being pushed! He was being drawn to his limit..., while his foe appeared to be even now holding back his full strenght!
It was a humiliation and he would not have it.
''Curse you..! Motherless dog..!''
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