[u]Balthazar stares down at Olivia's face for a time, not daring to speak for fear of letting lose some unknown rage of hers, or worse, his. Blinking his eyes, a calm disposition floods over his face as he places his hand atop Olivia's head, bringing her into a hug so full of sadness, yet even more of compassion and comfort that only somebody who has had years of ups and downs could know. Rubbing her head, he whispers just loud enough to be heard by her.[/u] "[i]Shhhh, shhh... Calm down now, Grampy Bal will make this all better. Just head to your room to take a nap, and I'll come by with a few things to make you feel better.[/i]" [u]He stands up, patting her back as he begins to walk away. Taking his helmet from under his arm and putting it on his head, flames roar to life all over his armor and throughout his helmet. Bursting from the mouth and eyes of the mask, flames encumber the Crescent axe/Hammer hybrid, running along the blade and creating an incandescent glow. Swinging the grip up, he lands the pole onto his shoulder as he walks towards the Dojo gate to begin his search. Once out of earshot of Olivia, he speaks to himself in a hushed tone.[/u] "[i]I will make this better... I will make this better for the both of us. I will make this better by destroying the source of the sadness.[/i]" [u]Walking through the gate and out into a large forest, Balthazar yells out in anger as a burst of flames flume out from his body, engulfing the surrounding area in a breadth of flame. Ashes and embers float down from around him like snow, the area completely incinerated and devoid of all life.[/u] "[i]I will make sure this 'Remy' will never know the touch of another's flesh, nor the comfort of another's voice. I will not allow him to enjoy the bounties of compassion, nay, not even the joy of companionship. I will make sure he knows the pain that he has caused my granddaughter tenfold- and he shall know my wrath.[/i]"