"What are you doing here?!" Eiro yelled out in a deep and loud growling voice, one that was completely and utterly filled to the brim with Eiro's anger. This figure in front of him looked near to identical to Zaragon. It was obviously not actually Zaragon, but just something of the same race. But with his deep anger, Eiro didn't care about that.
All he wanted to do was kill! Kill that thing! Rip it apart into a million pieces! It had to suffer, it had to cry, it had to beg for mercy! It had to disappear! And as if it listened to Eiro's wish, it did. It fell apart into black mist and a shiver overcame Eiro's body.
But before he knew it, he felt a hand creep up behind him and grab him by the chin to pull his head up, while another hand pulled his arms together so that he couldn't fight. And two other hands then moved toward Eiro's chest. Eiro couldn't fight whatever this creature was, it was simply far, far too strong for him. That didn't mean that he didn't try, of course.
