[How did you survive that?!]
[Why couldn't you just die?!]
[Why do you have to make my life so fucking difficult and miserable?!]
[Why are you standing in the way of my happines?!]
"All I want is peace..."
Atticus Klein mused and muttered to himself, staring daggers at the figure he hated most, Hawke Featherblade.
Atticus had poured all of his Mana and strategy into killing Hawke, but there he was, still alive and well, still determined to stand against him.
"What will it take for you to stay dead huh?! For years you've stood against me! Just die already!!"
Atticus roared and clenched his fists until he drew blood from his palms, his insides churning as he audibly gnashed his teeth, his eyes like those of a madman.
"You took the words right out of my mouth, you damn bastard."
Hawke retorted, the adrenaline pumping through his veins providing momentary relief from the excruciating pain of his injuries.
*Bzzzt!*
