With the methodical, cold thoroughness of a man preparing a specimen for a laboratory, he walked over to the treeline. He grabbed Zane by the shoulders, dragging the heavy, muscular man toward the oak tree, and began securing him.
He wrapped the newly forged chains around Zane's torso and limbs, tightening them with a strength that made the wood groan and the man's unconscious muscles twitch in protest. He didn't just tie him; he anchored him, ensuring the prisoner was held with a permanence that suggested he wasn't meant to be released for a very, very long time.
"Since she made me mad... then I suppose I really need a good release..."
Rex finished the final knot of the heavy, metallic chain, the links biting deep into the bark of the tree as they anchored into the very heart of the root system. He stood up, wiping a smear of Zane's blood from his palm onto his thigh, and turned his gaze toward Ignivara.
