Theme #5 - Anger
They had all seen Hiruma angry at one time or another, mostly because of the way a match was going, or when he was being his usual self and shooting at every 'fucking thing' in sight.
But those times paled in comparison to how livid he was now.
"What happened?" The question, spoken in such a cold tone, sent shivers down his spine. The rest of their teammates were standing only a few feet away, concern and worry for his well-being written all over their faces, but were kept at bay by the waves of anger literally rolling off of Hiruma.
Sena shrinked lower into his jacket, mindful of the sling supporting his left arm. "Some people from my middle school came to… visit me last night."
He felt his muscles tense in anticipation for the bomb to go off, and wasn't disappointed when Hiruma whipped out one of his guns and began shooting at the field, taking out his Devil Handbook at the same time.
"You are going to tell me the names of every single one of those fucking bastards."
Sena cringed at the death threat veiled with those words. Even if he didn't tell him, Hiruma would just be able to find it out on his own. Those three guys were gong to have to pray for mercy because, judging by his captain's and the rest of the team's expressions, they were soon going to die very horrible deaths.