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26.Aug.12, 10:37 PM
With his voice still keening with the horrible shattering of his mind, he left Lymsleia out cold upon the floor and stumbled towards the door. Nothing made the least bit of sense anymore. It was as if he could not see things for what they were. The door was not a door, just an obstacle to move beyond. He was barefoot, without a shirt, bandaged on the back and wrists and going insane with rage and anguish. He had no control any more. That was shattered like his mind.
Wild black eyes sought what he thought was the way out. But who was this thing, this man that blocked his way. In a rage he lifted his fists and attempted to plow his way through.
No air! With the knee in his gut, he fell forward only to have the agony of his mind also present itself in his wrist. How dare this creature cause him pain! How dare it force him to his knees!
Guttural screeches came forth from Sanderon's throat. Apology? He no longer knew what that meant. He did not care about his pain. It did not matter anymore. Kill or be killed! His animal rage kicked in and he kicked out his feet from his kneeling position and tried to kick and overturn the person's balance even if it broke his wrist in the process.
Fighting rage came up and when his arm was free, he pounced with fists flying. He also attempted to reach for T'shiro's throat.
Yes, Sanderon's mind was gone. His wall of anger and rage that had guarded his great anguish had failed. No longer caring if he lived or died, Sanderon held nothing back.
Wild black eyes sought what he thought was the way out. But who was this thing, this man that blocked his way. In a rage he lifted his fists and attempted to plow his way through.
No air! With the knee in his gut, he fell forward only to have the agony of his mind also present itself in his wrist. How dare this creature cause him pain! How dare it force him to his knees!
Guttural screeches came forth from Sanderon's throat. Apology? He no longer knew what that meant. He did not care about his pain. It did not matter anymore. Kill or be killed! His animal rage kicked in and he kicked out his feet from his kneeling position and tried to kick and overturn the person's balance even if it broke his wrist in the process.
Fighting rage came up and when his arm was free, he pounced with fists flying. He also attempted to reach for T'shiro's throat.
Yes, Sanderon's mind was gone. His wall of anger and rage that had guarded his great anguish had failed. No longer caring if he lived or died, Sanderon held nothing back.
