Snippet #2699708

Tryndamiere gave no reaction to been thrown across the room, his eyes remaining oddly dead. It remained the same though all that happened next, all the information they revealed about Usha, the ritual to return Usha to her true body. It was not until she offered him a body that he gave any reaction, stepping forward from the wall he had been lent against and slowly moving to her then taking a couple of steps further behind her. "Perhaps." His body dissipated in an instant, a hand materializing behind her head and slamming her down to the ground, pinning it down as the rest of his body returned to normal as well, all but his eyes that had finally come to a fiery life. "You do NOT command me." His hand clenched harder and ground her head against the floor. His voice an eerie clam holding back murderous rage. "You do NOT control me. He gave a another sharp twist of her head before standing back up straight and stepping forward and presenting his back to her. "This place?" He turned his head and spat on the ground. "Means less then shit to me."

My voice rang out in his head, 'What the fuck are you doing?! We could be free of each other! You could have your own body forever! Why would you ruin that?!' A smirk crept onto his face as my cries and he whispered his reply. "It's what I do."