Volk claws and eels around and kicks - but is never aiming at Illarion. He might get in an accidental hit, but there's no aim, no intent, no cornered-animal-lashing-out blows.
Except, well - Illarion puts his face close to Volk's and Volk turns his head and blasts him with a snarling wall of sound.
"TALK?! I tried to have a fucking conversation with you and you announced you were a lunatic that was going to kill me if I didn't tell you what's going on with me. Like it's any of your FUCKING business! Like every living thing here isn't already waiting to make my life a fucking nightmare, now the dead ones do too. How original!"
This is where ALL the adrenaline is going. The whites of his eyes are so bloodshot that they're shades of pink and red. The thorn-shape of his vowels has gone out; his Orcish is all rose when he's well and truly ticked off.
"Did they RATTLE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN on the way in like a SHAKEN BABY?? Somebody HAD to have told you you look like Dukh before this. What the fuck kind of substance fumes were you exposed to? You've been on the fucking internet too long if you think a Locust Knight is a cool way to get people afraid of you, there was a war already and your team FUCKING lost! Are you so scared of me you have to pin me down? That's god-damn pathetic."
The last part he roars so loud he sees stars. It's hard to get air when someone's sitting on you. This hurts. It's scary. His eyes are watering, he's not sure if it's pain or just stress. His hearing is filling with hallucinatory whines, microphone feedback and buzzing.
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Except, well - Illarion puts his face close to Volk's and Volk turns his head and blasts him with a snarling wall of sound.
"TALK?! I tried to have a fucking conversation with you and you announced you were a lunatic that was going to kill me if I didn't tell you what's going on with me. Like it's any of your FUCKING business! Like every living thing here isn't already waiting to make my life a fucking nightmare, now the dead ones do too. How original!"
This is where ALL the adrenaline is going. The whites of his eyes are so bloodshot that they're shades of pink and red. The thorn-shape of his vowels has gone out; his Orcish is all rose when he's well and truly ticked off.
"Did they RATTLE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN on the way in like a SHAKEN BABY?? Somebody HAD to have told you you look like Dukh before this. What the fuck kind of substance fumes were you exposed to? You've been on the fucking internet too long if you think a Locust Knight is a cool way to get people afraid of you, there was a war already and your team FUCKING lost! Are you so scared of me you have to pin me down? That's god-damn pathetic."
The last part he roars so loud he sees stars. It's hard to get air when someone's sitting on you. This hurts. It's scary. His eyes are watering, he's not sure if it's pain or just stress. His hearing is filling with hallucinatory whines, microphone feedback and buzzing.