'WHO THE SHIT do you cunts think you are?'
As much as Israfel wanted to shove this proper in the man's club face, just soon as using [Mind ripper] on him to shatter his Psyche into resonating better to his words. In lay terms, mind-control the desert king into becoming his zombie. Instead, Rafel shut his eyes and breathed through his mouth. After a minute, he opened them again; what he said was much tamer.
"OI! LISTEN HERE, YOU METAL-LOVING MORTALS! I am the APOLLYON. I bear the blood of Lucifer. The one thing standing between the Bonelands and utter FUCKING DESOLATION is I. Me, motherfucker!
