Acceptable Losses
“I accept.” The leomon-like beast hadn’t even finished uttering those two little words before he lunged forward with unrivaled speed towards a tied up lizard across the room. The leo’s fangs were bared and his claws unsheathed, as if his speed had not given away his intentions clearly enough already. Every footfall brought him closer and closer to his target, and, something else… A roar that had been building up since he spoke was becoming more audible with every passing step. He had been fury embodied even before he had begun his charge, but now it truly was seeping through to be shown in his actions. The leo had lost himself to his rage, but the events leading up to it justified his actions entirely and even gave him solace…