Frustration [Emilia | Inv]

A chilling, early morning wind swept through the misty mountains of Olympus. The golden rays of the sun only just beginning to permeate through the soft layer of mist that coated the mountains buildings in a sea of cushiony white. Only the tremble of the mountain disturbed the otherwise god like tranquility, a deep, resonating shaking of the rocks as though the very foundations of the great mountain were caught in a surprising earthquake. Moments later, the piercing cry of men followed by an audible clang of armor against would tear into the otherwise peaceful silence.

Pathetic!

Tyrannus grumbled, unforgiving eyes caste on a hoplite soldier clad in a corinthian helm and breastplate that covered most of his torso. A deep seated fist imprint marred its otherwise flawless bronze sheen, the only telltale mark of what had been a very brief battle. The vasto lorde's tail swayed about his large, muscular frame in visible irritation as the hoplite clammered to his feet. Whatever shame the man felt was masked by the fear in his eyes as he limped away to gather his sword and shield which had been scattered to either side when the hollow's fist had made contact.

How does that half-breed mutt expect me to maintain my edge when all she keeps feeding me is pathetic excuse for fodder?!?

The vasto almost roared to the remaining 3 hoplites that circled him warily, this had meant to be a training excercise, a way to prepare the troops for engaging powerful beings like him but in truth it was merely just another outlet for Tyrannus' frustrations. He'd given up on training this lot the moment he saw the fear in their eyes, now he could only beat it out of them, until their hatred masked their instincts for self preservation. Perhaps then they would be able to make progress.

The remaining three hoplites charged simultaneously, two closing down the vasto from either flank whilst the third came in from behind. The first, arriving on his left, would find his sword thrust immediately parried with a flick of the vasto's tail before it coiled around his sword arm.

With an effortless swing it would launch him into his comrade on the right, the sheer weight enough to knock both of them to the ground in a heap before the vasto pivoted on his left foot to catch the last attack on the side of his helm with a swift backhanded slap which sent the man cartwheeling into a nearby tree.

The ease with which he performed this manouver seemed to frustrate the vasto even further and his rage flowed from his body, causing the nearby rocks to rise some considerable distance off the ground as the entire area shook with his reiatsu.

ATHEEEEENAAA!!!, his roar shaking the very mountains themselves.

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