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[center][h1][color=gold][u]Wrath Incarnate[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=Gold]Mentions/Interaction:[/color] Maerec [@Dao Ma], and Hildr [@jasbraq]

As the duel turned into a brawl, Arsène had found himself in a fight with the large boulder called the Nashorn, he goaded, sliced, fought, and gotten nearly put to near death by the large hulking mass of metal and flesh. Yet Arsène was not a man to lay down, again and again, one time, twice more, he was flung and thrown. His body was torn apart, yet he was not put down for good. The healing done over and over during the brawl had allowed Arsène to stand after another fight. Yet he was not the only one fighting, the Eskandr used the moment the duel was to end to attack the Parrench side. These snarling beasts they bark out, they call them terrible, then in a moment of a duel, they dishonor not only the duel but their own warrior.

Yet that did not matter, for such trivial things did not matter to a force of nature. A force that flew the sky, scorched the lands, and evaporated seas. Wrath incarnate, that was what Arsène would call such a beast, the Dragon that flew the skies and brought hell down to the earth. Arsène looked to the beast and said, [color=gold]"Bloody hell, can this day drag on any more?"[/color] As he took to his feet, he looked around as he took out his bow, he began morphing an arrow as he prepared to fight, yet Maerec seemed to have almost taken Arsène's feet off the ground trying to force him to head to the mountains.

Arsène heard something he can only sneer at, as he looked to the shamed girl, Hildr, and said, [color=gold]"Senseless death? The man you fought for burned many-a people. He has killed hundreds of men, women, and children for no reason other than to push his king's own twisted agenda in a war he won't win. And now that wrinkly sack of shit you have followed now leaves to commit more murder while leaving this dragon to kill everything it feels. The only thing your people seem to know is senseless death"[/color].

Arsène huffs as he puts his fingers to his lips as he lets out a whistle for Blackthorn, and before mounting he says to Hildr, [color=gold]"If all you will do is be a petulant child too afraid to fight an over-grown lizard, then you best leave, because you are about as useful as those villagers you are speaking of, and we have no need to protect people who might just stab us in the back or murder those we4 are protecting"[/color].