Rage [.ix.]
A scream rang through the empty warehouse, the likes of which was completely foreign to its inhabitants, both permanent and temporary. The lung-wrenching rage behind the sound couldn't possibly be human.
Fitting, that a Homunculus was making it.
Interspersed with the scream that seemed never to end was the continual sound of fist slamming against wall. Pouring all her strength into the punches left a sizable crack running up the warehouse wall, almost to the ceiling. When there had been one punch too many, a chunk of plaster fell from the wall, threatening to smack Thirst on the head.
Without hesitation, her hair flew upwards like spears, jabbing the plaster before it even got halfway down and shattering it into pieces.
"I was that close!" she yelled to no one in particular, her scream ending finally. "Fucking alchemists, fucking Elric, fucking NEXUS!" The last word was especially loud because she had pain backing it up, now that she'd brought the name of an alchemist to the surface.
Not at all finished with her rage, but not seeing anyone she could physically take it out on, she stopped her assault on the wall. Seething as she felt the bones in her hand set themselves back into place, she began looking around for something, anything she could destroy. Torture. Make bleed, or kill. Anything.
Being intimately familiar with her accomodations by now, she knew that the only other things that bled were Changeling and his dragon. And she had no desire to kill either of them. She could use them.
Screaming again, she blindly swung at another wall.
Fitting, that a Homunculus was making it.
Interspersed with the scream that seemed never to end was the continual sound of fist slamming against wall. Pouring all her strength into the punches left a sizable crack running up the warehouse wall, almost to the ceiling. When there had been one punch too many, a chunk of plaster fell from the wall, threatening to smack Thirst on the head.
Without hesitation, her hair flew upwards like spears, jabbing the plaster before it even got halfway down and shattering it into pieces.
"I was that close!" she yelled to no one in particular, her scream ending finally. "Fucking alchemists, fucking Elric, fucking NEXUS!" The last word was especially loud because she had pain backing it up, now that she'd brought the name of an alchemist to the surface.
Not at all finished with her rage, but not seeing anyone she could physically take it out on, she stopped her assault on the wall. Seething as she felt the bones in her hand set themselves back into place, she began looking around for something, anything she could destroy. Torture. Make bleed, or kill. Anything.
Being intimately familiar with her accomodations by now, she knew that the only other things that bled were Changeling and his dragon. And she had no desire to kill either of them. She could use them.
Screaming again, she blindly swung at another wall.