The anger he feels is a burning one. The cause matters not. The anger is here and ever present- it courses through his veins. The life-blood of a beast in the body of a man. How futile it is for his anger to be dissipated with a shout and a punch. He can do better. Concentrate that anger, make it into something. Use that blood.
Friend and foe beware. Woe is here for us all.
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