Strong Potato

Black magic (Still accepting!)

As Herm gets up from his push-up position, he checks his body.

"No scratches, no broken nails, no dirt, not even a single bruise... I guess they proved themselves to be more useless than I first thought. It is funny how they think I have a problem with being crippled or almost face death. I don't."

Herm picks up his hammer and starts swinging it around.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"Ah, yes. The art of self-destruct... I suppose I will come to collect 35 skulls if this thing ever blows up, right?"

He picks up the bone. He weighs it in one hand. After putting it on his back, he starts doing push-ups.

"I always get lifetime guarantee. If you break my stuff, you better be able to compensate. As for you@Noodles, care to help me put this bone to the test?"

Herm looks up at Rez.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"Heheh, there is a second time for everything. Just need to have some spare eyes on me, which I unfortunately don't. Be careful with your empty threats, this hammer could be the last thing you ever enchant."

Herm plops the bone in the gauntlets.

"Now, where do we gather? It is time to crush some skulls and drink some blood!" Herm spits on the floor and rubs it in the carpet.

"In a few days, I might not be able to do so... Saturday is coming."

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Herm turns his head. "Enchant? I am listening. Tell me, mister, what improvements could you add to my weapons? It already went through a few augmentations, I hope that isn't a problem."

Herm now looks at the black bear. He wonders how strong the femurs of that bear must be and how he would harvest them.
"Does anyone by any chance owns the black bear? Mhhh? Nobody? Mhhhh..." Herm takes a few steps in the direction of the bear and looks it straight in the eyes. He notices Raz.

"Check out this bear... Is it yours?" Herm asks one last time.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Herm looks at Uthlar. "We are preparing to retrieve a friend and possibly kill some half dragons. You coming, right?"
As Herm picks up his helmet, he decides to recruit the guy he has just met.

"If you like bashing skulls, it is best to join my forces. We go in commando and wreck everything. No need for pity or mercy. Strategy and planning are key, but who needs that when they will use their emergency plan anyway?"

He examines his baby mammoth femur hammer. Herm puts some pressure on it. It keeps its form. Herm is filled with joy, but keeps it hidden behind his helmet.

"So... What do you say? You in?"

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Herm lets it slide and heads over to the armory to meet up with others and collect his armor and weapon.
"My trusty hammer! I didn't know they kept you safe. The headmaster is full of surprises."

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"Crazy flying lizard people shot Elnesto and took his body away. Some other students got kidnapped as well."

Herm continues his work-out.

"Those creatures took the students right from under your nose."

He laughs and rubs his eyes.

"Speed and power, my rectum! If you truly were the elemental mage you brag to be, you wouldn't be wasting your time in this cage. You would go out there on your own and bring them back healthy and alive. But nope, instead you are out here trying to contain me, a student that just witnessed a friend of him getting possibly murdered. Right here, you might think you look like a hero, but on paper you let students get kidnapped and now are about to slice up another student because he used his free speech to rally up forces to help find the missing students. Where were you and where should you be now? This will only cause more paperwork and you know what the headmaster thinks about reading long, disastrous piles of paper."

Herm gets up.

"I see two clear options. One is you let me out and we gather parties to track the whereabouts of the missing students. Or two, and this one is a bit more problematic, we wait for the headmaster to come and rip you and this cage apart himself. The choice is yours."

Herm rubs his eyes again and awaits an answer.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"What are you looking at?" Herm says to the people watching him in his small prison.
Herm breaths in and out. "I really hate that guy..."
Herm starts doing sit-ups and looks up."Mhh? Lightning? This time of day? Strange."

Black magic (Still accepting!)

Herm looks at him and his eyes and teeth become normal again.

"Sup Prisom. Saving the day again, huh? A little late and attacking the wrong target... Typical. But hey, at least people feel safe around you. Go and get the headmaster. But if one of those suckers challenges me, you know I don't need to move."

Herm sits down and tries to meditate the pain away.

Black magic (Still accepting!)

"Look. I will not fight you at all. It was a test to see who of you could recognize and respect leadership, even when not formally addressed."

He breaths in and out.

"In that manner, you have all failed. Now I don't give a flying maggot about all of your powers, but be aware those things haven't shown their true strength yet. I am a living meat shield and your best chance at surviving another invasion. Leave my supervision now and never get your hopes up ever again on anything. Next time we cross paths again, you better have mastered all of the elements, because right now I am already

THIS

close to bringing down your family, your friends, all your loved onces and when I do, I will desecrate their corpses again and again and again. I will not stop until I have collected all the thews from their bloodless bodies and have attached a fresh set of arms on my back. I will squeeze the air out of your lungs with the arms of your father and rip out your guts with the hands of your mother. With the fingers of your brothers and sisters I will claw your eyes out and collect your eye muscles as well."

Herm's eyes turn orange. Blood drips from his mouth and his teeth become pointy.

"I am a ghoul. My heart is an abyss. Your emotions mean nothing to me. You either obey or perish. There is no hope without. I will bring you Hell and you will leave me unsatisfied. The headmaster will not mourn your deaths, for he laughs at your insolence."

A blob of blood falls on the floor and gushes open.

"All that are afraid of authority, step aside and let your angst write your testament, for...















I WILL F**K YOU UP!!!"