When Venge heard another voice among the crowd he thought was familiar his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he glanced through the male and female warriors standing behind their Human King.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"Noooo..."</span>, he whispered his response as he searched for a face he might recognize...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FG0I4EEL.jpg%3F2&amp;hash=785a14814f4cea6c34bec5b2b074c93c" title="G0I4EEL.jpg">
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</div></div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"She is nothing but a fool sent to perform another's errand."</span>, he replied, outright disagreeing with the feminine voice he'd heard from the force of warriors not his own. He then dismissed the thought that he had heard someone familiar and pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he took a few bold steps forwards so that he was standing right in front of the fat, old, trembling King who he was towering above. He then reached up and gently placed a massive hand, palm down, against the bare skin of the man's neck that wasn't covered by expensive cloth or warm animal's fur before he glanced around at those around their King for a moment, watching and waiting for one of them to do something about him and his arrogant ways.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"Do you feel protected...?"</span>, Venge whispered as his golden gaze slowly circled the warriors around him and eventually landed again on the round, sickly pale looking face of the King, which was ripe with fear as he shakily responded with the simple twist of his head from side to side as if to say<i>"No"</i>. Venge's expression was still an indifferent one, his pale lips not smirking or frowning in those moments as he watched the fat man literally shivering like a frightened little pup who looked as though he had done something wrong. Then, without warning, Venge swung both of his massive, muscular arms around the fat King and swept him up into a great, big hug. He then lifted him off of his feet and held him dangling a few feet off of the ground, pinned tight against his thick and powerful chest.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"My bias didn't earn me a lifetime of CHAINS!"</span>, he screamed, his words deep and echoing through the newly frozen woods all around them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"Men gave me chains, regardless of my opinions or my preferences. Regardless of my aspirations. Regardless of my dreams! My wants! My needs! My life was never my own until I CHOSE TO TAKE IT BACK!"</span>, he screamed at the tops of his lungs, his arms tightening around the man who, by now, realized that the very life was being joked out of him while his fat body was being used as a meat shield from the arches that would have riddled Venge from head to toe with bolts.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"KILL THEM ALL!"</span>, he cried as the King wiggled and writhed, mouth gaped wide open as his legs kicked helplessly and his bones began to crack. Then the battle began, arrows zipping out from the trees above and from the smoggy area around them. They struck throats, arms, legs and backs. Anywhere that armor was weak, arrows were beginning to appear. Some of the more skilled archers were even putting arrows into the eyes of the King's cohort.<br/><br/>He knew he'd feel them eventually, and as he did he grunted lightly as the arrows pierced his skin from the small openings the King's archers had, but it was too late. Venge had the King in his grasp, and he watched as the man's eyes began to roll back while they grew bloodshot, drool pouring out of his mouth as his back cracked and the notches along his spine separated or shattered. His right forearm had an arrow sticking out of it, as did his left bicep and left shoulder, but he couldn't have cared less in that moment. He had become enraged with the promise of a long, hard war against the Human beings who had shat on he and his kind for centuries. He was done with pain. It would not control him anymore, nor would his fear cause him hesitation or his anguish allow him to be subjugated.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"The reign of Men will soon see it's end!"</span>, he cried out as his now wide eyes watched the King being smothered by his massive arms, and despite the violent scene that began to play out, it had finally come to him... that smirk... it was finally there on those pretty lips as the King slowly died in his arms.