Post by a on May 19, 2013 14:36:34 GMT -5
April 10th, 21CLE
Thud... Thud... Thud... The sounds of earth shaking steps were heard amongst the Isles as the Master of Metal stomped around, doing his VERY best to keep hold of his temper. They were so CLOSE! So close to taking down those wretched mortals of Demacia! He was the first to take initiative in battle, to go head first through the hail of flaming arrows, to ride behemoths and leap onto the bridge and slaughter dozens of soldiers, and even CHAMPIONS! He had done SO MUCH this battle and had given his team the upper hand MORE THAN ONCE! And what had they done with it? They tossed his hard work away and lost the battle.
He stomped around more, a permanent expression of anger on his face as his bloodied mace as being dragged against the grey dirt of the Isles. He too was covered head to toe in dry blood, some of it drying now. He looked around, seeing a large tree with a twisted face. Normally these trees' faces were made to look horrific, angry, fearful. Though now that his anger clouded his judgement, the face didn't look like one of anger at all. Instead, it looked like one of comedy, one that held a shit-eating grin. It's wooden face was frozen in mid laugh, just staring at the Master of Metal. Anger began to swell inside of him before he let out a roar and slammed his mace into the earth, leaving a large crater along with cracks forming from the implant. "DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME YOU WOODEN PIECE OF SHIT!!" He roared as he lifted his spiked fist into the air, before punching the tree in the deformed mouth that it held. The spikes on his knuckled appeared on the other side of the tree, as he panted heavily from the sudden release of anger. He pulled away, the smile still somewhat there on the tree's face to say that he had failed once again. He let out another as he picked up the mace, leaving a rather large crater in the earth, before he smashed the metallic ball of spikes into the tree. The tree was destroy completely, the upper half flying off of the trunk and flying off into the mist of the Isles. He lifted his mace up again before smashing the trunk completely. He just lifted his mace up again, before smashing it into the ground, again, and again, and again. He stayed there, looking down at the destruction and carnage he made once more, before pulling out his mace and hefting it onto his shoulder. He let out a deep sigh, feeling somewhat better as he was allowed to vent his anger onto the poor undead life of this set of islands. With a moment of pausing, he turned towards the trail again as he began walking along, the large thud sounds emanating again throughout the Shadow Isles.
Thud... Thud... Thud... The sounds of earth shaking steps were heard amongst the Isles as the Master of Metal stomped around, doing his VERY best to keep hold of his temper. They were so CLOSE! So close to taking down those wretched mortals of Demacia! He was the first to take initiative in battle, to go head first through the hail of flaming arrows, to ride behemoths and leap onto the bridge and slaughter dozens of soldiers, and even CHAMPIONS! He had done SO MUCH this battle and had given his team the upper hand MORE THAN ONCE! And what had they done with it? They tossed his hard work away and lost the battle.
He stomped around more, a permanent expression of anger on his face as his bloodied mace as being dragged against the grey dirt of the Isles. He too was covered head to toe in dry blood, some of it drying now. He looked around, seeing a large tree with a twisted face. Normally these trees' faces were made to look horrific, angry, fearful. Though now that his anger clouded his judgement, the face didn't look like one of anger at all. Instead, it looked like one of comedy, one that held a shit-eating grin. It's wooden face was frozen in mid laugh, just staring at the Master of Metal. Anger began to swell inside of him before he let out a roar and slammed his mace into the earth, leaving a large crater along with cracks forming from the implant. "DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME YOU WOODEN PIECE OF SHIT!!" He roared as he lifted his spiked fist into the air, before punching the tree in the deformed mouth that it held. The spikes on his knuckled appeared on the other side of the tree, as he panted heavily from the sudden release of anger. He pulled away, the smile still somewhat there on the tree's face to say that he had failed once again. He let out another as he picked up the mace, leaving a rather large crater in the earth, before he smashed the metallic ball of spikes into the tree. The tree was destroy completely, the upper half flying off of the trunk and flying off into the mist of the Isles. He lifted his mace up again before smashing the trunk completely. He just lifted his mace up again, before smashing it into the ground, again, and again, and again. He stayed there, looking down at the destruction and carnage he made once more, before pulling out his mace and hefting it onto his shoulder. He let out a deep sigh, feeling somewhat better as he was allowed to vent his anger onto the poor undead life of this set of islands. With a moment of pausing, he turned towards the trail again as he began walking along, the large thud sounds emanating again throughout the Shadow Isles.
