@wargodknox
Maddox had been stewing on Rowan’s near-death experience and the fact that the fucking Trojans had struck again, in retaliation for Maddox and the other Primordials’ actions. The guilt that Maddox had for setting off yet another battle in the larger war made him irrational, so much so that even he saw it in himself. Because as his feet carried him to step up to none other than Owen Knox with nothing but seething anger behind his eyes. Knox had threatened his people. He had hurt his people... all over some fucking bikes? What sort of fucking scumbag did that sort of shit? What sort of person had that little conscience?
Behind his blank eyes, Maddox could only see Rowan in pain. He could only see Sutton covered in blood. He could only see Andy’s hallowed eyes. All of this because Knox apparently didn’t have good insurance or some shit. Stepping up to the man, who was largely more intimidating than Maddox, he tried to not show any weakness, even if it may have been evident. “Where the fuck do you get off?” he squinted, his voice loud over the sounds of Olympus. “Real fuckin’ balls shooting at a bunch of fuckin’ women and children, asshole,” he spat, unsure of what he was doing but unable to stop himself. Owen Knox was an asshole and he needed to know the Primordials-- or at least Maddox Hart-- was not going to just roll the fuck over.
“Rowan Fisher almost died because of you and I swear to fucking God, you get near her again--” he stopped short, gritting his teeth to stop his own fucking mouth. “You’re a real fucking class act, Knox.”
