BANG.
Vivak's desk flew across the room, shattering against the wall in thousands of flying splinters of wood.
These days, his temper was not good, not in the slightest. He wasn't known as a leader who was in his position for his smarts, but he was a man who was known for one, his strength, and two, his temperament.
He was very good at managing people, delegating tasks, and knowing when to take his hands off the controls and let the people he put in place do their jobs.
Unsurprisingly, then, he was likewise known as a person with a mellow and calm personality.
All of that had gone out of the window now. Every single last bit of his patience was being tried again and again, and this most recent incident with the Slayer Legion was just another example.
