Kick was born a Dreadius, a three horned being with the ability to heal. He was damn useful in the Ghosts unit.

But what didn’t help was Rorke taking him hostage to use his powers for himself. Collecting Kicks tears gave Rorke the ability to use those tears on his own soldiers or himself.

He just needed to get Kick to cry. So he put him in with a blood starved Eostrix. You, a man who bared horns and wings and thrived off blood.

“Hey there, birdy.” Kick soothed as he saw the blood lust in your eyes as he backed away not wanting to be used as a blood bag or give his tears to Rorke.