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[u][b]The Beautiful Land[/b][/u]
[@Sageage][@Paradox Witch][/center]

Well... Fuck. Guess that meant Roland wasn't going to just grab his master and run. Mind you he probably should have done more to keep him in check. Bad days for everybody to be honest. But that wasn't going to stop Roland. Not at this point. Not when he'd gotten so far. The sunglasses fell apart, and the hero couldn't help but laugh. This whole situation was just the tip of the iceberg of crazy. Crazy enemies. Crazy stuff. And they were trying to remove his arm at the top of it. 

[color=00a99d]"You know... If you guys do anything to my master..."[/color] The look he gave them wasn't even funny. The cheer in his eyes was gone. It was dark now. He had been pulling punches. And now without that man to hold him back, Roland had entered that place. That place he had gone so rarely, but when he had, it was devastating. Horrifying. At the very least he was wearing clothes this time. 

The two minions holding his arm were dead. It was faster than any of them could react. Their torsos freed from their bodies, and the other three dead just the same. How? 

In that moment, Roland had charged. His arm retracting. His body shifting, and a double kick was aimed right at the chests of the two holding his arm. But it wasn't [b]just[/b] a kick. It was [i]two[/i] forces pulling them in opposite directions. He yanked back with that cursed arm, full force. And as their torsos went in one direction, the upper halves of their body the other. He was freeing them, in the most violent way possible. Freeing their body parts from their cores. Their magical energy stripped from them. It didn't matter what authority they had. This was Roland's authority. His hand let go, and two halves fell to the ground, splattering onto the flowers and crushing them beneath the weight of their own death. 

The next three fared no better. A foot slamming onto their own, pinning it as Roland grabbed their arms. Yanking one in two directions till even an aptitude for survival meant nothing. [sup][i][b]SQUELCH![/b][/i][/sup] Like a Wishbone. The other two were showered in that blood before their limbs were ripped off in an equally gory fashion. Body parts smearing the ground and their skulls crushed under the weight of Roland's boots. [sub]CRACK![/sub] Blood shooting out and smearing all over the flowers, until it was all soaked in blood. Roland's armor shimmering with red in those moments, and he raised a hand to wipe the stained crimson from his cheeks.  

They could deny civilization all they wanted. But something primal like that? Nothing could save them. Nothing that they seemed to possess anyway. 

[color=00a99d]"Master, if you can hear me, tell me where you are. And let the one that kidnapped you know something. I wanted to save their lives. But now, I'm going to [b]murder[/b] every single one of them."[/color] He didn't raise his voice. It was done in a cold way. A cruel way. A way that screamed nothing but death. 

This was the paladin who had beheaded the enemies of his lord. This was Roland. Gone was the idiot hero. Now was the war hero. Killer of dragons and men. 

What was a beast to him?