So much rage filled Ralph at once that he couldn't control himself. A kind of white fire began to burn within him, and his body began to shake as it seemed he grew taller and larger by the second. There were no--- words--- to describe what he was truly thinking or how he truly felt: all that was present was wrath, such an anger he had never felt an emotion could go to this much of an extreme before. It was overpowering, having been subdued for so long and finally let loose at Walden's words.
Ralph wanted nothing more than to hurt Walden, he wanted to fucking kill him with his bare hands for what he had done. Kill him in a way that made him suffer, so that the other man's last minutes on Earth were thoughts of pain and suffering. Pure pain, regret and suffering because that was all he deserved.
The next few moments felt like an out of body experience. Ralph felt his jaw move open and a loud inhuman noise slip from the back of his throat, but there was no control behind it. His legs moved, and his arms moved but and some-- light jetted out from his wand but-- it was almost as if he had become a puppet and before any he knew it, he was upon of Walden, attempting to punch at his face with his hand tightly locked around his wand.
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