Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151002030554/@comment-26571677-20151008092852

Amilanthior felt...amazing! His aura had been boosted dramatically! Although, yes, that wasn't saying much, considering his usually terrible aura, it was still a completely overpowering feeling that coursed through every fibre of his being.

He had his back turned to the Ursa, and he did something he'd wanted to do for a long time. Turning his head back slowly, he angled it so that it looked like he was leaning himself back.

He had made sure that the Ursa could see his face under his hood. And he unknowingly let off a crazed smile, his amaranth eyes flaring with a crazed look, the look of a madman. His scar across his right eyebrow clearly noticeable.

-- The usually fearless Ursa stopped, and showed hesitation. This was a new enemy, they were used to the usual prey, prey that fought thinking of their own safety. But this human, it made him feel like prey, he wasn't going to hold hold anything back. --

Not wasting a second, Amilanthior leapt into action, Every second not used, is another second I won't be killing He approached the first Ursa with lightning-fast speed. Before it could even open it's mouth to roar, he punched it square in the stomach, with the impact boosted by his aura, the power smashed the creature's spine.

With it's mouth opened in a mixture of surprise and universe-crushing pain, Amilanthior used his pistol to fire three bullets up into the poor Ursa's mouth, the first smashed the nose, the second propelled the bullet before it into the brain, and the third made the round trip, pushing all three out the remains of it's skull.

He next turned towards the remaining four. Short, easy work.

After he was finished, all that remained were charred, smoking, barely-recognisable corpses that faded away slowly into nothingness. Yet he was still not satisfied, ''I need more, more death, more suffering, more killing. More. More. More. MORE!'' This was all rocketing through the remains of his shattered mind.

I wonder what killing a human feels like? He said quietly to himself, looking at the girl and her accomplice. He stood up with obvious menace and looked at them, ready to engage until his brain reacted.

'Do you want to kill them?'

'Of course yes!'

'Are you sure? Do you even remember who you were before this?'

'Why does it matter? I was weak.'

'No, the state you are in right now is weak, the BEFORE you was strong, what stands here right now is a mere fake of what you were.'

Amilanthior consciousness ebbed back into him, but he needed one, final, push.

'Wake up Amilanthior, for there is no line, between Chaos, and Order'

And he woke.