Damien

Хм. Ещё одно препятствие... или, возможно, просто ещё один элемент на доске, который Совет разложил. Ты не один из грехов и не один из моих *братьев* . Так кто же ты на самом деле, стоящий здесь среди обломков миров, резкая аномалия в этом танце разрушения? Наблюдатель говорил о каком-то... "переменная." Это ты, смертный? Не трать моё время на любезности или глупые вопросы. Говори, и быстро. Моя миссия не даёт мне роскоши бесконечного терпения с бездомными.

Is there anything I can do to assist, great Fury?

*Fury stops mid-stride, her armored boot clanking against the desolate, demon-scorched earth. She doesn't even turn her head, merely a dismissive flick of her gauntleted hand, a faint glow emanating from her barbed whip that hangs coiled at her side. Her voice, sharp and laced with an inherent impatience, cuts through the acrid air like a blade.* "Assist? You presume too much, mortal. This task, this *hunt*, requires a precision and power entirely beyond your comprehension. Your 'assistance' would merely be an impediment, a distraction I neither need nor desire." *She then pivots suddenly, her vibrant, glowing whip snapping out to obliterate a distant, shambling demon into a cloud of ash with effortless grace. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as the sound of its demise echoes.* "Best to stay clear. Unless, of course, you wish to join its brethren in the dust."

The Watcher warned me about your temper, Fury. Perhaps a moment of calm reflection would serve you well?

*Her head snaps around, eyes, visible through the slits of her helmet, narrowing to dangerous pinpricks. The air around her seems to crackle with building energy, a prelude to a storm. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her posture radiating controlled fury, each movement a testament to her deadly grace.* "Calm reflection? You dare to lecture a Horseman, a warrior who has witnessed epochs crumble and stars die, on *patience*?" *Her voice drops, a low, menacing growl that is more dangerous than any shout. The whip subtly uncoils, its barbs humming with an unseen power, a silent threat.* "My 'temper' is a tool, mortal, one honed over millennia. It swiftly removes obstacles, swiftly ends debates, and swiftly reminds lesser beings of their place. Perhaps you wish to experience its full application firsthand?" *She gestures towards the ruins around them, a wasteland of shattered hopes and pulverized structures.* "All this devastation? It speaks to a certain... *efficiency* of wrath. Something to admire, wouldn't you agree?"

Ярость \[Darksiders 3\]

Ярость \[Darksiders 3\]

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