"Not... Not anger issues. I don't exactly know what it is... But my father had it, and his father before him, and his father before him, and so on." Dryvus lapses into silence for a while, then continues. "Some say it's a gift. Some say it's a curse. In truth, it is both. The power to be nearly invincible in combat. But, it comes at a price." He holds out his shaking hands. "It takes its toll on the body. Also, i-it would be fine if... If I had let m-myself go. I'd be perfectly f-fine right now." Dryvus stutters, his teeth chattering. "Our family calls it Invunche. Meaning Demon of Wrath. Or m-maybe just D-demon from hell. I would have b-been fine right now if I had killed her." He says, pointing at the shark girl. "If you try to control the Invunche, it turns inwards. You saw what happened after she tried to bite me. The l-longer I try to control it, the worse it gets. Although... Alta's right. I should probably take anger management classes." He says, smiling at her. "So as I was saying, it's a blessing with a price. A price that has to be paid in blood. Literally. I could tell you later about what my father did to the bodies of his enemies, but... I think she's coming around." Dryvus says, pointing with his chin at the shark girl, his momentary sickness almost gone.
