Flynn: ::Continuing to pace.:: No, I wont calm down. First he sends us to our death. Our death! But we come out on top, we handle the situation, we save lives, and this is the appreciation were shown?! ::He punched the wall, hard. A grimace crosses his features as pain shot through his already sore hand. Defeated and angry, he slammed himself down on the bench between his friends.:: and now my hand REALLY hurts.
When Risians get mad...