Ｓｔｏｉｃ [ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇʟʟ's s/ᴍʙ] {DISCONTINUED}

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Markell grabbed his axe, a cold atmosphere around him. He looked at his axe, a determined look on his face. He moved his foot a little to move the dagger in each of his boots a bit deeper in.

Markell was ready for war. No one hurt his family.

As he went to leave, Arnold ran up to him.

"Uncle Markell? Where are you going?" Arnold asks, a worried and confused expression on his face.

"Arnold, kiddo, stay here with Bernard. Alright? I told Thurston I would protect you and I promised Bernard to protect him. So just stay put," Markell says as he kneels down to Arnold's height, seriousness evident in his tone.

Arnold nodded hesitantly, his worry only growing.

"Alright...be safe, Uncle Markell," Arnold says as he took notice of his axe.

With that, Markell turned to walk out the door, his gaze turning cold.

"I'm getting you back, Loki. I don't care what it takes."