[ The colour red is all he sees in the moment. Red splattered across fond memories he held of himself as a child with the dragon. Of being knighted as a child, working hard on posters for The Knights of Thras recruitment, dropping his pudding cup when he and the dragon first spoke over the amulets. These memories are now stained with the colour red and no amount of beating the ground with his fists seems to make the red disappear.
The environment being influenced by ones emotions doesn't help in this scenario and through the cracks which have split in the ground from his repeated pounding, steam begins to pour out and fire... hot liquid fire... bubbles up, spilling over some of the cracks around the half-saiyan though somehow managing to stay away from him at the same time.
His anger... his rage... it bubbles and spills over around him in a physical manifestation of the pain that he feels as he continues to scream and hit at the ground, stopping then to scream even louder at the sky with hands curled so tight into fists at his sides and another wave of energy being thrown off him, somehow filled with not only anger, but grief as well. ]
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The environment being influenced by ones emotions doesn't help in this scenario and through the cracks which have split in the ground from his repeated pounding, steam begins to pour out and fire... hot liquid fire... bubbles up, spilling over some of the cracks around the half-saiyan though somehow managing to stay away from him at the same time.
His anger... his rage... it bubbles and spills over around him in a physical manifestation of the pain that he feels as he continues to scream and hit at the ground, stopping then to scream even louder at the sky with hands curled so tight into fists at his sides and another wave of energy being thrown off him, somehow filled with not only anger, but grief as well. ]