Moonspear “take my pride, take my life, take my body”

Vengeance. He took a few moments to chew that phrase over, put together the pieces of an unfinished puzzle. Who could it be? Not Valour surely. Perhaps it was the medic, but she seemed so insignificant compared to him. The beast, their leader, their puppet master. At last, a name to pin to that horrid face.

Orochi was fired up. He wanted to charge through his prison guns blazing and ready to take out anyone who wronged him; but the Moonsperian cut that dream short. No? was all he could manage to say. He was genuinely shocked. He had been through hell just to get some backup and now he was denied the chance to save his mentor and get the revenge he deserved. It frustrated him to the point he couldn't speak and he could barely register what else he was told. A choice and a warning was all he was left with.