As impulsive as he was, Draven was for sure the easiest person to make angry, the quickest to shit a brick. A few words and it was it. He was now so infuriated he was unconsciously holding his breath. He stared at the yordle, practically drooling in furor as his brain had shut down totally, clenching his fists, his fangs grinding together.
Now he was so mad it hurt, it truly hurt. It was like electricity running through his muscles, his nerves. It was so fucking painful and pain excited him, made him violent. He was going to kill everyone in sight. He shouted vehemently, coming off his hinges, pointing his finger at Kled :
“Fuck ya ! Fuck ya ! Fuck ya !!! Gonna send ya right back to yer shitty Bandle city in tiny fuckin pieces if ya keep pissin me off !
As people passed by them, hunching their shoulders, trying to appear as small as possible, conversing in low voices so they wouldn’t draw their attention, Draven brutally turned to yell at them in a plainly hostile rude booming voice.
- Shut da fuck up ! God ! Fer fuck sake !
He then focused his attention back on Kled, still roaring in this bombastic aggressive tone :
- Ya just some fuckin rat on some weird lizard ! Dat makes me a bigger beast dan you ! Dat makes me higher in da food chain… his fingers clamped onto his axes handles.
Many would be mad, would blame him if he killed the prick but Draven never thought about the consequences of his actions and he wasn’t going to start today. Exactly like some animal, he was entirely living in the present moment, denying what had hurt him in the past and never planning ahead for both the immediate future and the long term.
After all, the yordle had provoked him. It wouldn’t be Draven’s fault. It was never his fault, not in his mind at least.
- Ya know who I am bitch ! Yeah of fuckin course ya fuckin know dat ! Cause everybody know me ! Everybody ! I’m da most reknown noxian eva ! Even my fuckin “wife” who sucked demacians’ dicks is more noxian dan ya ! Ya were not fuckin born here !
He spat again, lips pursed in disdain, forming a stupid smug grin. He had come from nothing, absolutely nothing, and now he had it all, only thanks to him and his efforts to grab every single opportunity he got. Bloody ones. He was not let this offense slide.
- I ate rats bigga dan ya when I was a kiddo, gringo .”
Kled’s grin knew no bounds as Draven just lost more and more of his cool after each passing minute, but his excitement to seeing Draven in such a state just made him a bit irrational as well, as he would twitch and growl from being called lower on the food-chain than him. “Hol’ tha fuck up ‘dere, fuck-face! Ain’ no way yer lower on tha hierarchy ‘dan ah am! An’ hones’ly, higha’ on tha’ food chain? HAH! Skaarl’s ‘ad bigger guys ‘dan you fer BREAKFAST!” he points at Draven as well, tooth-filled maw twisted into a disgusted snarl.
He’d beat his own chest proudly as he was then accused of not being a Noxian for not being born here. “BOI! Ah’ll tell ya wha’, ah was ‘ere when Noxus was jus’ gettin’ STARTED! Tha’s right! Ah’ve been ‘ere since th’ day Noxus began bein’ Noxus, ya yappin’ idiot! Way b’fore y’even sucked on yer mom’s teats!” he did not like being unappreciated, it clearly showed.
“An ‘course ah know who y’are... yer Draven! The bigges’, loudes’, an’ yet the WEAKEST NOXIAN EVA’!”
