"I said say it again!"
Ryu's rage was like a tempest that swirled into the clouds above. Each strike was akin to reverberating earthquake, shaking the very foundation of Looming City despite his actions taking place outside its walls.
Young Master Basteel felt that his body had becoming nothing but mush. His bones cracked, his inner organs were jarred, and his eyes grew too swollen to see much of anything.
Ailsa rubbed her temples, sitting upon Ryu's shoulder. It seemed that no matter how jarring his movement, she didn't budge a single inch.
'How can a master of the Tatsuya Saintly Weapons and an expert bowman suddenly forget how to use anything but his fists when he loses his temper… Ah, whatever, maybe it's better this way. If he really did use his best, this fool would have already died ten times over. What was he thinking, calling Ryu a bastard. Of the women in the world, he only cares for five. His wife, his big sister, his grandmothers and… his mother… idiot.'
