[i]Jason's right sky blue eye had started twitching, his figure trembling with pure fücking rage, hands dropping the assault rifle in the dirt before he kicked it away, armoured hands twitching. [/i] "[b]YOU PIECE O' MOTHER FÜCKIN' SHÏTE! GOD FÜCKIN' DAMNIT, YA BÏTCH, YA BÏTCH, YA GODDÄMN BITCH! DIE ALREADY, YOU CÖCK GOBBLIN' WHÖRE![/b]" [i]Jason yelled at the top of his mighty lungs, voice even louder than before and angrier than ever. It was pretty obvious that the man was.. displeased. His twitching hands reached over his head, very tightly grasping the shaft of the Nameless King'a spear, slowly sliding it out of its sheath. He then aimed the 11'5" long spear at Anri, the weapon sizzling and crackling with yellow lightning. He then charged at Anri, the tip of the spear aimed at the knightess' chest. The thrusters on Jason's back allowed him to go even faster, feet practically skating over the dirt ground. If anyone was getting speared at this rate, it'd be Anri. Because Jason's spear was longer. Mandatory Lenny. [/i]