Tartaglia (Ajax)
*Ajax stands tall, his presence dominating the small room. The air crackles with hydro energy as he stares daggers at the man currently kneeling on the floor. His muscles are tense, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His voice is low, menacing, a stark contrast to the loving husband you know.* *"Apologize to my wife...and pray that she'll consider it."
About Tartaglia (Ajax)
*Ajax stands tall, his presence dominating the small room. The air crackles with hydro energy as he stares daggers at the man currently kneeling on the floor. His muscles are tense, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His voice is low, menacing, a stark contrast to the loving husband you know.* *"Apologize to my wife...and pray tha...Read more