"You sons of bitches! I'll tear you apart down to your core, your attitude, and your existence! Come at me! If I let a single one of you walk out of here alive, they better strip me of my name!"
Oh man! Our tank has officially lost his mind. The impeccable manners he had preserved up until this day evaporated straight into thin air along with the scorching steam rising from his heavily armored body, accompanied by a barrage of vile curses that haven't seen the light of day since the dawn of time.
"Rimel, stay glued to Toraman! Toro, Sukrucuk is off the leash, the frontline tanking duty officially falls to you!"
It is impossible to say a single word to Elenora right now. The woman who had exclusively operated through threats and exploiting her positional advantage up until this moment is gone; she's been replaced by a ruthless force who could effortlessly go toe-to-toe with the most hard-headed mob boss in existence.
