Real Mean Bottle (Can be M)

[Jak Mar]

Jak frowned and growled at Erol and produced a drip of spit and spit in Erol's face. "You may be "Erol" but the real Erol's dead at my hand. Enough torture at your HAND EROL!"

Jak was getting bold and pushing himself harder against the phantom chains.

Erol, you're a fool, you still think you can use the same shit against me when I'm stronger than what you are used to?" Honesty I thought you were smarter than that.

Instead of the dark eco coming to push through his veins, something stopped it, and a bright Light shone through the dark space and broke the phantom chains keeping Jak down.

There was Light Jak in the air staring down Erol with a stern and growling face. "Care to take a ride, Erol? I'm sure Torn and the others will be more than glad after what you've done to me."