| Outside, high-pitched screaming can be heard over the crackle of flames. The clatter of dropped weapons, heavy feet thudding through the ground, and finally, something heavy hitting the dirt, hard. A voice calls out over all this, screaming, "HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, BURN B*TCH BURN!"Soon the sound of fighting can be heard, and another body hitting the floor. A dull thump begins to sound out, as though someone were repeatedly kicking something very fleshy. Agonized screaming and groaning cut through the air, ending in high pitched screams as the lighting of flames is heard.
Feet pad down the subway stairs, and a man dressed in full black with various flames emblazoned onto his clothes reveals himself. His head hangs and his breathing is hard, as though he had just run quite a long distance. His gloved right hand holds a sword, the hilt battered and bloody, his left, bloody, with a bit of grayish matter. Infact, much of his person is spattered with blood, mainly around his shoes and the lower parts of his pant legs, suggesting that he had been kicking something just a few minutes ago. He looks up and sees the group of people gathered in front of him, some staring at him, others showing nothing. "Hi... I'm Rune...: All of a sudden, Rune's left leg gives, and he collapses, hitting his head against a rock on the ground, knocking him unconcious.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |