The Silence

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Zodiac: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces.

Myers-Briggs [x]: ISTJ, ISFJ, INFJ, INTJ, ISTP, ISFP, INFP, INTP, ESTP, ESFP, ENFP, ENFJ, ESFJ, ESTJ, ESFJ, ENFJ, ENTJ, ENTP.

The Four Temperaments [x]: Melancholic, Phlegmatic, Choleric, Sanguine.

Enneagram [x]: Type 1, Type 2, Type 3, Type 4, Type 5, Type 6, Type 7, Type 8, Type 9.

Levi watched him steadily turning around, the soldier raised his blade to the male’s neck, turning it to the side just slight, within seconds his head would be rolling on the floor if he didn’t comply. “Why aren’t you speaking? Speak! I asked you a question, I demand you tell me who you are.” His hues narrowed at the form of the male, imagining what his facial expression must be. 

              This should do the trick.

The pallidity of the wraith's sorrel optics shifted an atrocious shade of stygian as he met with the assailants diffident gaze, an all too sinister grin embellishing his childish mien as the tips of his fingers vellicated up towards the heavens; a sudden gust of wind flushing through the congealed ambiance surrounding them as the mass of consolidation languidly began to ascend from the blacktop. 

              Let the games begin..

In seconds the disputant was pinned to the ground, his legs affixed to the wreckage whilst a natatorium of sanguine liquidation quickly began to exude in torrents from beneath the ruins. The adversary's requisition for clemency serving as music to his ears. His unremitting aspiration to escape a rather satirical sight to behold, seeing as how his efforts were all for naught.

     'Now you know how it feels to be truly helpless.. Abhorrent pig!' 

Kneeling down beside the adversary's incapacitated bodice, Ry settled both hands on either side of his face, palms pressed flat against the shell of the slanderer's ears as a wicked grin graced the adolescent's juvenile visage. A cry of sheer torment ripping free of the traducers cervix as the whites of his eyes shifted baritone crimson.

Whilst scrutinizing the repercussion of his abilities, Ry studied the veins beneath the assailant's russet-colored vellum as they began to shift Stygian. The seditionist's body convulsing vigorously as pools of claret secretion began cascading in torrents from his eyes, ears, and mouth; a clear sign that he was going into cardiac arrest. 

             Excellent..

Once dead, Ry languidly twisted around to face the foreigner, his disheveled mane falling in a curtain before kindled optic's as infrared plasma began to exude in torrents from beneath his fingernails; begriming the asphalt at his feet a deep crimson. 

    'This has been fun Lance Corporal Levi, but I'm afraid that our time together has come to an end. Perhaps we can play again sometime..'