[center][h3]Oram Hellios, Lunar Wolf[/h3][/center]

Oram could have sworn he was about to leave. Yeah... He had experienced a quiet rage that he'd decided not to act on. He was gonna go take it out on Those Araku fucks. At least that was the plan. But here he was. Naked, with a towel around his waist and Alec... Alec Roganoff. ALEC FUCKING ROGANOFF! Even the pleasant view of some of the girls in here, who all seemed to be huddled around one guy couldn't distract him from his anger at Alec. He couldn't hold it in anymore. "What the fuck do you think you're doing you old bastard?!?!" He shouted as he threw a powerful punch. It went full circle over, and would come down on Alec head. He planned to send his guild master straight into the ground. But he was sure that wouldn't work. Hell, he'd have to deal with some sort of punishment for this later, or after his mission or something wouldn't he? 

[i]FUCK! I DON'T CARE![/i] He mentally shouted. Even if Alec avoided this or stopped it, the force of the punch mixed with the gravity magic would likely do some damage to the ground. This could get bad. Messing up part of another guild. Of course, Alec wouldn't be stupid enough to put someone else in the way of the attack right? Oh well. So what if another person got hurt? Who cared? Oram wanted to change, but... Hell, he couldn't changed. Roganoff often made sure to remind him of that. He was bound to his fate. No matter how much he struggled this fuck would be there. Just like he'd been since the day he took Oram in. Still, Oram could stop his attack if need be. That much was known. At least by him. But if it was just the floor... Who cared if he destroyed it?!