C:~ Β«...I could feel the fury eating me alive. I gave him a look full of hatred before slowly laying down my ranseur. He tensed for a moment and tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword he had just borrowed from the filthy limeblooded outcast that was currently studying my movements from behind his back. After making sure that I was disarmed, he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "On your knees." "What?!" My hatred flared up with renewed vigor. Does an insignificant godling think he can boss me around, the one who owns this world by a birth right? I almost rushed at him, blinded by rage, but he put the blade closer to the Lovelace's throat, forcing him to make a small gurgling sound. My pusher skipped a beat. "I said, on your knees." I felt the ground give out from under my feet. I fell to one knee, teeth bared. Hot tears were welling up in my eyes, but couldn't let myself appease his ego by crying. I raised my head and saw a smug smile on the Barbarian's face. He seemed satisfied by my previous action so he let go of Lovelace and threw his body in my direction. I rushed to him and just as I thought, his whole body was covered with wounds and bruises. He was breathing heavily and desperately trying to cough up the blood filling his gills, leaving deep violet stains on my dark green attire. Β» - Volume 2, page 206 of Β«Autobiography of Tsarevna: Zalgoid's only guide to troll history and cultureΒ». #gore<