Theo bell pillar feat

“I’m not some thug.” Theo stood on
a broken stage in Berlin, alongside He-
sha Ruhadze of the Ministry and Rudi
of Clan Gangrel. Three corners of the
Anarch Movement, even though the
30-or-so strong audience was mainly
comprised of Caitiff and thin-bloods.
“And neither are you good guys and
girls. None of you are the simple-mind-
ed fools the Camarilla claim you are!
You were mortal, and now you’re not,
but you’re just as valid as those moth-
erfuckers over in the Ivory Tower!”
A small cry of support resounded
throughout the old theatre, as Hesha
slowly clapped his hands. Theo contin-
ued, walking over to a pillar running
from the side of the stage to the ceiling.
“We won’t take their belittling shit any
more! We will not be second class! We
we will not be trash to be kicked into
the path of the Inquisition!” Theo Bell
threw a punch into the concrete pillar,
his fist smashing through the stone
and out the other side. With a roar, he
pulled his arm free and held it up.
The supportive cry was now a
cheer. Hesha raised an eyebrow. It was
a theatrical gesture, but it confirmed
his view: better to be on this side of
Theo Bell’s fists than the other.

- VTM 5e, pg. 263