[ He's endured worse attacks, from Red Wine as much as the countless enemies they've faced during their lifetime, but he still yelps as his foot is crushed beneath Red Wine's heel. ]
Bastard!
[ God, the anger refuses to leave, but now there's a panic which isn't his that courses through him, driving him to move forward, following Red Wine with thundering steps, hands reaching for his shoulders. ]
Learn to handle it!
[ Steak always was one for the most simplistic solutions available. ]
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Bastard!
[ God, the anger refuses to leave, but now there's a panic which isn't his that courses through him, driving him to move forward, following Red Wine with thundering steps, hands reaching for his shoulders. ]
Learn to handle it!
[ Steak always was one for the most simplistic solutions available. ]
Your anger is poisonous!
[ To Steak as much as Red Wine himself. ]