His fists were like dangerous weapons, crushing and destroying anything that came into contact with them with the force and fury of an angry mountain giant. His footsteps echoed with power and yet his frame was wrapped in deadly flames. He danced and parried, he swayed and crushed, he was the epitome of destruction in human skin as far as he and the very casual bystanders. However the thoughts of these plebeians didn’t matter to Seika for now, he was too deep in his own element and as he parried strike after strike that aimed to end his life before retaliating in kind with overwhelming force. He couldn’t help but bark out in laughter at the situation and demand for more in his head. The pure adrenaline and endorphin rush he was getting from constantly fighting for his life was a high he could never replicate on his own or within the stuffy halls of the Rune Knight headquarters. Those old crones would never understand the thrill of the heat of battle.
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