Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20140912075843/@comment-4211788-20150126040702

(I like that idea a lot, fill me in on it in my Talk-Page.)

The hawk walks closer to Frost. "Do not insult my tribe, you know NOTHING about what goes on there." the Hawk says with a loss of patience. "The only tribe that even hates us, is this god awful tribe. And look at them, with the worst economy on the island. Broken apart and living under a terrible leader hell bent on revenge. Full of smug soldiers too."

"I'm not some merciless killer, the owl had to die any way. And this is not my problem only, it'll grow into something worse than you can imagine. And you sit here playing the game of blame. Typical of the cynical idiots you icicles tend to be."

The hawks eyes widened again. "And if you feel so confident in killing me, I want you to try." The hawk clenches his fist as a small grain of fire appearing on his pointer finger.