Me, in the middle of a lighthearted comedic battle as a DustBringer:
I grunt, falling to the ground, my armor leaking bl00d.
¨you dont get it, do you?¨ I whisper, eyes glowing red/
¨Ive been to braize. it didnt storming want me.¨
I get on one knee, breathing slow.
¨No one ever does.¨
I close my eyes, and then get up again.
¨and the thing is?¨ i sad, louder.
¨It doesnt matter to me anymore.¨
I summon Charcoal again, this time as a giant sword, intricatly engraved, and deep red.
¨so do your worst.¨
The reaction:
*eyes widen*
uhm...
do you need a hug?