Snippet #2700582

A slight twitch pulled at the corner of Tryndamieres eye as Usha spoke and eventually led them all back to Rizal. A small twinge or twitch plaguing him as the moved into the throne room. The whole room grew silent as mysteries were revealed as the sisters argued over morals of both their actions. Tempos standing silent beside Sehanine but slowly took a step away and faced her, his face still impassive but a slight horror in his eyes. "How much of this is true?" He began to pace back and forth slowly. "How much shame and dishonor have you bought on us?! If even a word of this is true it is no wonder that the mortals stopped believing in us!"

Another twitch struck Tryndamiere causing him to take a step back "What the fuck is goi..." An invisible shimmer silhouetted and escaped him then suddenly his stomach caved in as if struck by a great force, sending him flying backwards through the room till his back slammed against the wall. Before he could move he was stuck by this invisible force again, his head jerking violently upwards. It looked like he was picked up by the wind as he was tossed up high into the upper viewing platforms, wooden benches and tables that were up their shattered to splinters as he was tossed through them and struck by them. By the time anyone reached the upper platforms he was floating over the platforms edge, a long drop to the ground below. His legs flailing weakly and his hands slowly yet desperately clawing at his neck. When the others moved closer it became clear. His neck was indented with fingers, being chocked and held up by his throat. As the others came closer a low snarling growl was heard infront of him and for an instant a ghostly Atlas was standing before him. Rage was the only thing he showed, much like the old times when all he knew was rage. Eventually the snarls turned into words and we more spat out than spoken.

"You fucking DARE!" The hand around his throat tightened. "I could have finally been free of you. I could have had my life back. I could have spent what was left of my days with my wife and son, BUT YOU!" Again the grip around his throat tightened and his legs stopped flailing and his arms stopped clawing.