"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" SHINGAMI NIHUA roared.
The maroon Pagoda with roofs of charcoal seemed to shiver at he bellowed. He ranted for one man in particular, screaming on top of his lungs. And if you ask Israfel, very much like the chicken on top of the moonstone river bridge.
Rafel at the moment made himself scarce; no one, no Samurai could find him. He was intentionally invisible. He sure as fuck needed to be.
"BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF, CUNT! How dare you? How dare you come into my home and fuck my wife! MY WIFE! I am no cuck, you worthless piece of shit. I swear by all the gods of the Badlands, when I find you, I will stick my blade so far up your ass you'll be shitting metal for weeks! YOU HEAR ME, ROCCO! You're a dead man. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, ROCCO CHALCONE!"
