[b][center][h3]Azerus[/h3][/center][/b]


That was it. The last straw for Azerus. As he hit the floor a wave of rage instantly washed over him and had him seeing only red. All the sounds and happenings of the cafeteria around him quickly drowned away. 

Tired of being touched, tired of being pushed, his temper had reached its limits the exact moment he saw his specific and methodically chosen tray of food splatter out across the same floor where he now lay. He wasn't sure of the exact happenings that brought upon this predicument, the how, the who or their reasons why, but he didn't much care. Someone would pay.

For him or not, the apologetic words fell hopelessly on deaf ears. With no words nor warning, just a guttural growl, Azerus ignored the outstretched hand as he quickly jumped up and violently thrust out both arms as hard as he could, viscously shoving at the clumsy student before him.  

[@HeartlessNobody]