[ He can't bend steel bars with his bare strength anymore. He can't smash through walls or destroy entire streets. This should have been a good thing, this was what he wanted! He was normal, just like any other person, save for a temper that urges his body to do things he still can't stop himself from doing. The one time that strength would have been his greatest asset, it's gone without a trace.
And that fucking flea is here with no where to hide.
He grinds his teeth, hefts the baseball bat higher and snarls. ]
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And that fucking flea is here with no where to hide.
He grinds his teeth, hefts the baseball bat higher and snarls. ]
Izaya.