(( Right, got it. ))
Cyr turned around, there stood Dzi. Pointing his sword at the trenchcoated teenager. Who looked at him with cold eyes, clenching his fists as his own memories swarmed back to him for a few moments. Before an overwhelming anger overflowed forth from him. His eyes glowing a deep-set red as he muttered the words.
"Traitor." He stated, if words were weapons, Cyr's would be poision tipped daggers at the current moment. He leaped at Dzi, trying to send a tepeathic blast at him and attempting to hurl him backwards. Thunder encasing Cyr's fists. Thunder leaping from his hands and touching the ground as he let out a bestial scream.
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