Eric wanted to take revenge against Shark.
He wanted to make that souffle-shaped bastard desire a quick death before disappointing his expectations.
After all, death is often too big of a gift for some individuals.
Was he exaggerating cultivating these thoughts just because of that lusty eyes and words Shark made him see and hear?
Not in the slightest, in his opinion.
In general, but especially between adventurers is crucial to make known your own boundaries.
Eric knew that by experience.
But if all of this was true, why, in this moment, was he retreating against Shark…why was his face bleeding?!
One hour before the present moment, while Shark was still blabbering and Eric was already imagining the epitaph he would engrave on the tombstone of that sad imitation of a gangster, a loud thunder rumble interrupted their respective thought processes.
As different as their own personalities.
*That's strange, the cloud formations didn't resemble those preceding a tempest… *
