"What are you doing here?!" Eiro yelled out in a deep and loud growling voice, one that was completely and utterly filled to the brim with Eiro's anger. This figure in front of him looked near to identical to Zaragon. It was obviously not actually Zaragon, but just something of the same race. But with his deep anger, Eiro didn't care about that.
All he wanted to do was kill! Kill that thing! Rip it apart into a million pieces! It had to suffer, it had to cry, it had to beg for mercy! It had to disappear! And as if it listened to Eiro's wish, it did. It fell apart into black mist and a shiver overcame Eiro's body.