[Sun_Wukong]

2167 AC - Winter

"Mercy?"

"MERCY?!"

The frozen rains hailing down upon them, screaming winds howled, and the clouds build up to darkened the lava filled mountain.

One traveled all the way back from his time of resting, adjusting the bandages tightly.

Then, light pierced through with an ferocious might from one's fist, using up a lot to bring some light back into the sky.

"Let me make one thing clear to you before my boss takes over.
It's one thing to threaten me.
To belittle me.
Call me weak.

It's a whole other thing to threaten the lives of my people.

Send your most powerful storm.
Send in every soldier.
Every firepower you can muster when it comes to facing me.

But I will warn you.

Win or Lose.

Be certain I will die this time.

Because if I am not?

You'll find out just how feral I can be.

And this is a promise I will afford to burn whatever life I have left to do this.