Raiden's thoughts arrived in heavy, dense chunks, difficult to process initially. But as he looked into those brown eyes before him, cold yet gentle, his blood boiled with fury. No one should covet the eyes of Jobe. No one.
Worse, his hatred for the poison dragon ran deep. Those menacing eyes it had fixed on Sullivan as it struck him from the cliff, that envious, greedy look as it watched him fall to his death.
This wasn't something he could forgive. Even if he could let this go, the dragon would still have to die. No one could be his twin brother. Not something he could ever forgive.
Even so, he found himself in a situation where only fury kept him standing. Deathsight's strikes tore through the malicious air, coming at Raiden from all directions. Too fast, too powerful; leaving him no room to think, only to defend.
