[Thanks to Ian <3 (6/6)]
"HAHA! My stage has come!"
A boisterous laughter that should probably come from a War Lord instead of a Crafter echoed.
A young man wearing beast skins kicked a door open with a foot and brought half the house down as a result.
"Talon! You son of a bitch! Didn't I tell you—"
The laughter drowned out the rest of the spiel. Talon couldn't be bothered to listen, his laughter causing what remained of the home to shake on its foundations as though it might collapse at any moment.
Talon was huge. He stood at over two meters tall, had boulders for shoulders and a round belly that seemed made of iron. Despite his round belly, when he breathed, one could see the visible striations of his abs.
His entire body was coated in crimson runes that took the shape of tiger stripes, and every time he roared with laughter, they would greedily suck up the Force in the surroundings.
