Osuka
Primarch of Terra'Avenia
The smell of the dank cavern next to the ocean wasn't something he expected it to be. To say the least, he wasn't exactly a fan of, but if something was wrong, well... He had the Brisbanian Brawlers' reputation to uphold. After they would've stepped off the liquid platform of an elevator, a small portion of it would slip away from its main body to coalesce around his hand. He could hear the echos of the girl's cry further up the cavern, and it only served as a catalyst for memories. All too soon, however, before he could even begin to remember, the heart-wrenching cry had turned into a blood-curdling scream that set his heart to pounding. It wasn't more than a few seconds after that the chill that ran through his veins became like lava, and he found himself marching forward, past the alien, and further into the cave.
"Whateva' the bloody shit is happenin' to that kid," he growled under his breath, teeth clenched and grinding. "I'm gonna face-fuck the thing responsible for it with my fist. Do whateva ya gonna do, mate, n' meet me there."
The last time he was this angry, it was his own fault. Tsunami had gotten mixed in with a bad crowd before he joined Victoria's school in Canada, and made enemies with a few rival crowds of higher ill-repute than his own crew. It all came to a head in a street fight between the two of them, and when his own group had won, the enemy faction decided to make it personal - break one of the unspoken rules between them: Drag in family. It was when he first got a taste of what he was truly capable of, and his abilities had come bursting from him in the form of broken pipes and tanks. They dragged his little sister into the fight, and the cry of pain was all too similar to what had happened before.
"I'll freakin' murderize 'em," he grumbled. "Pickin' on some little kid - How about you pick on someone ya own size, ya bloody shitstains!!" The last portion he had barked out, drawing the saber he had on his left side into his right hand, but the blade seemed to shorten itself to accommodate for the tight quarters in the room.
Let it never be said that the wrath of a big brother wasn't apparent.
Deathkitten Thepotatogod
"Whateva' the bloody shit is happenin' to that kid," he growled under his breath, teeth clenched and grinding. "I'm gonna face-fuck the thing responsible for it with my fist. Do whateva ya gonna do, mate, n' meet me there."
The last time he was this angry, it was his own fault. Tsunami had gotten mixed in with a bad crowd before he joined Victoria's school in Canada, and made enemies with a few rival crowds of higher ill-repute than his own crew. It all came to a head in a street fight between the two of them, and when his own group had won, the enemy faction decided to make it personal - break one of the unspoken rules between them: Drag in family. It was when he first got a taste of what he was truly capable of, and his abilities had come bursting from him in the form of broken pipes and tanks. They dragged his little sister into the fight, and the cry of pain was all too similar to what had happened before.
"I'll freakin' murderize 'em," he grumbled. "Pickin' on some little kid - How about you pick on someone ya own size, ya bloody shitstains!!" The last portion he had barked out, drawing the saber he had on his left side into his right hand, but the blade seemed to shorten itself to accommodate for the tight quarters in the room.
Let it never be said that the wrath of a big brother wasn't apparent.
Deathkitten Thepotatogod