[The attempt would be appreciated more, if Kazuma head was in the right place and not seeing red. His first reaction when he felt that hand on his shoulder is to grab it and then toss the owner of that arm. He's through with being told to "do the right thing". Throwing Mordred also meant releasing the villager he had been choking, who is now trying to crawl away from him. All Kazuma had to do though was take one step and oops, he's broken his leg. The poor man could hardly scream between coughing and gasping for air. Ink spills out from where his leg had been split apart.]
Just where do you think you're going? [Who cares if he deserved it or not? The man isn't real, he can do whatever he wants with him. The realization is finally sinking in as he kneels down and grabs the man's arms and rips them from his body like a rag toy.] Now you can't shoot anything.
[But he wasn't finished with him. There was so much ink pouring out, creating a pool of ink where he laid. The man is now crying in agony, begging for his life in tears. The power, the sounds of this useless man whimpering helplessly in fear as he slowly dies, it all gave him a twisted sense of joy being in control. All of his frustration, anger, his desire for revenge he had kept pent up inside for so long, was finally being allowed to act, taking it out on this fictional creation that acted so much like a real human. It felt amazing.
A clawed hand lowers to caress the dying man's head, lulling him into a false sense of comfort, before he places his hands on the side of his head and proceeds to crush it. The ink splatters onto Kazuma, which only confirms the deed has been done. He's done it, and it felt good doing it as he admires the destruction he's done. New and dangerous possibilities have been awaken inside him.]
CW: body mutilation and death
Just where do you think you're going? [Who cares if he deserved it or not? The man isn't real, he can do whatever he wants with him. The realization is finally sinking in as he kneels down and grabs the man's arms and rips them from his body like a rag toy.] Now you can't shoot anything.
[But he wasn't finished with him. There was so much ink pouring out, creating a pool of ink where he laid. The man is now crying in agony, begging for his life in tears. The power, the sounds of this useless man whimpering helplessly in fear as he slowly dies, it all gave him a twisted sense of joy being in control. All of his frustration, anger, his desire for revenge he had kept pent up inside for so long, was finally being allowed to act, taking it out on this fictional creation that acted so much like a real human. It felt amazing.
A clawed hand lowers to caress the dying man's head, lulling him into a false sense of comfort, before he places his hands on the side of his head and proceeds to crush it. The ink splatters onto Kazuma, which only confirms the deed has been done. He's done it, and it felt good doing it as he admires the destruction he's done. New and dangerous possibilities have been awaken inside him.]