He looked down at the beaten and bloodied body laying prone on the floor at his feet. “Kid, I would highly recommend staying down, because this is only going to get worse.” He cracked his knuckles and flexed his shoulders, making sure to exaggerate the movements in order to give a visual warning to his words.
“It’s not in my nature,” the kid said as he slowly started to get back to his feet, “to stay down.”
“You got spunk kid, I’ll give you that.”
Engorged? Really? That’s the word you want to use?
Well, yeah. What’s wrong with that? It fits. He’s engorging his fury on the lands. Just like I wrote.
I can read what you wrote, but seriously. Engorging. You’re not afraid of people sniggering at that?
Well… I am now. And sniggering? Seriously? Why can’t you just say ‘laugh at’?
You said ‘engorging’, I’m pretty sure you lost the right to judge anything I say.
Fine. How about I just delete this whole story then.
Don’t do it on my account, I mean, I would hate to be the cause of your ‘engorged fury’.
Why do I put up with you?
Kind of hard to exist without a subconscious, isn’t it?
/sigh
