♞ || Battle is what he excels at, and thus, battle is what he does. There's always warnings posed for a man of his age, DOUBLY so for one who always looks for danger, yet the blood of justice reigns through his veins. The word ‘foolish’ makes a hollow ring in his mind, but he pushes through it with a mighty swing of his paltry hammer. Wooden, it may be, but the weapon is still a large one in his hands. He crashes his shoulder against the criminal he duels with, giant and giant locked into a FIERCE battle, before his foe falls like a mighty tree.
The smaller men in the organisation are more than a LITTLE perturbed by this, whispers exhanged among their crew, before they continue keeping their distance, exchanging glances with each other. Reinhardt holds up his slightly smouldering hammer as if THREATENING the nearest man with third degree burns.
❝Come on and fight me!❞ Words said as a Flame Strike MISSES his target, the attack soaring towards an unfortunate bystansder instead.
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