Hellbent jumped, crying. There was disadvantages to having two bodies. A riot on one affects the other. Screaming, laughing, He flipped backwards, tapping a huge amount of luck as he soulcast a boulder in the air above them, a huge boulder.
Hellbent screamed. He cried. He laughed. He cut himself open with his knife, bleeding openly. Blood, tears, they mixed on his face, flowing to the ground.
"I AM HELLBENT! I AM THE BROKEN ONE, THE DARK HERALD! YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME!"
I'm suspicious of Rathmaskal, for the same reasons people had in the previous cycles. Jondesu, why are you suspicious of me? For praise, I'm currently not suspicous of Young Bard, so I'll go for him.