[ The armor is a surprise, and he has to readjust. The staser catches him glancingly, a shock of pain that would have him stumbling if he weren't controlling his movement almost completely by steel instead of pewter.
It's violence that guides him now, the red rising in his vision, the voice that still whispers kill, kill.
He tackles her with unnatural strength and takes a handful of her hair, trying to slam her head into the wall. ]
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It's violence that guides him now, the red rising in his vision, the voice that still whispers kill, kill.
He tackles her with unnatural strength and takes a handful of her hair, trying to slam her head into the wall. ]