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Characters: Raphael, Leonardo


Anger


It's not something that can be fought, not like flesh and blood can be. It strains the atmosphere, filling the place with a warning and a threat – but nothing happens yet, nothing until it is too late – and not a word is spoken. Acts speak for him. Barely controlled acts, yes, but controlled acts anyways – almost always. Fire burns in his eyes, threatening to reduce to ashes anything that would stand in his way.

A cold fury that would be terrifying if it was directed at him.

Raphael is glad it's not.