[Ravus lets himself be dragged close, nose to nose with Gladiolus, and then get slammed against the wall and pinned there by him. That was the point of provoking Gladio- to hurt and be hurt, to seek out punishment for his failure, to trade memories for bruises for the rest of this damned night.]
You're as much a failure as your father was. [He hisses out the words, his head cleared by the pain of those shoves against the wall and the adrenaline pumping through him.
The mention of his sister, as soon as it leaves Gladiolus's cruelly smiling mouth -he's never looked more like Ardyn, is Ravus' last coherent thought- drives all thought from his mind completely. There is only wild berserker fury, and while Gladio's fist goes through the wall, Ravus' flesh hand seizes at Gladio's throat, bypassing the flimsy collar of his tight-stretched excuse of a shirt for a more secure grip on the bastard. He balls his magitek fist and drives it into Gladiolus' side, ignoring the stab of pain it sends to his shoulder as the imperfectly integrated arm transfers the shock of the impact to the scarred flesh to which it was mounted.]
How dare you! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, [he pants, unaware of what he is saying in his rage. The Curti Center doctor had warned him to be very careful of the arm and to use it sparingly until he could get a properly fitted one in Myste Aura, but all consideration for the tech or for the nerves in his arm are completely gone. Ravus draws the arm back to punch again, for no reason other than it is his best and only way to really hurt Gladio the way he deserves to be hurt for what he said.]
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You're as much a failure as your father was. [He hisses out the words, his head cleared by the pain of those shoves against the wall and the adrenaline pumping through him.
The mention of his sister, as soon as it leaves Gladiolus's cruelly smiling mouth -he's never looked more like Ardyn, is Ravus' last coherent thought- drives all thought from his mind completely. There is only wild berserker fury, and while Gladio's fist goes through the wall, Ravus' flesh hand seizes at Gladio's throat, bypassing the flimsy collar of his tight-stretched excuse of a shirt for a more secure grip on the bastard. He balls his magitek fist and drives it into Gladiolus' side, ignoring the stab of pain it sends to his shoulder as the imperfectly integrated arm transfers the shock of the impact to the scarred flesh to which it was mounted.]
How dare you! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, [he pants, unaware of what he is saying in his rage. The Curti Center doctor had warned him to be very careful of the arm and to use it sparingly until he could get a properly fitted one in Myste Aura, but all consideration for the tech or for the nerves in his arm are completely gone. Ravus draws the arm back to punch again, for no reason other than it is his best and only way to really hurt Gladio the way he deserves to be hurt for what he said.]