Snippet #2751909

"Bothersome am I!"

The hulking man kept a menacing glare down at the runt of a boy only to then tighten his grip upon his hammer with one hand whilst the other hand closed firmly into a balled fist. Things seemed to grow dark around the edges of Skolrs vision and with a single step forward the barbarian did not waver from his gaze. It was only when a further exchange was made by a new voice towards the boy that the built anger began to overflow. He needed to hit something, someone, and even though Cyrus was a pathetic looking cub there was clearly signs of potential.

"A witch of a woman sent me to collect my son. Instead I find a brat who called upon dark powers to fight his battles when he is weak and cowardly."

Skolr Iron-Heart could feel his fist trembling. Countless times he had pondered if arriving to this city was worthwhile and even more time did he question if he should have seen his son. It was obvious know that his progeny was to be a disgrace and that this dishonor would haunt him for all his years. It was only when a member of the cities security force arrived did Skolr find his outlet. Quickly the savage turned against the officer and hit the man like a grizzly bear with his fist against the man's face.