"At least, be gentle..." Zeras roared out as he gently landed back on his feet. If not for his quick reflex he would have his head kissing the cold dark wall instead.
"Pretty crazy and prideful bastards, aren't they?" The voice came out to Zeras from behind him and Zeras immediately replied instantly.
"Tch, they are truly damn bastards..."
"And they make you feel like putting a knife through their neck, don't they?"
"You're spot on. I feel like carrying a blade and giving them tribal marks..." Zeras roared out in agreement but his face dropped down when he finally came to his senses and turned behind him.
And there was his conversate.
"A scrawny looking old man, with bushy beards and hair. His eyes were completely blood red, and from them, Zeras could sense an unbelievable amount of killing intent and a thirst for revenge that couldn't be concealed.
"Who are you" Zeras asked suspiciously.
