Magni used to be a proud father of seven and had a wife that definitely existed. Life was great despite the strife that had led up to this moment. Mandolore had established its independence and was on the verge of turning over a new leaf, tempered by the fire and beating it had sustained through two civil wars.

Then the fire nation attacked.

Magni lost everything and as the saying went, war either made kindling of men or tempered great blades; for the Fury it made him a vengeful spectre of his past self. Even by Mandolorian standards he is a bit nuts, fixated on a revenge that would never come.

Until now.

Now, with fresh kindling gathered up on the beach, summoned by some other beech, Magni did not care. When he saw the peace triangle come, he saw red. They would know the burning that he had experienced during the scouring. A bomb fire that had been built over five long years was about to catch light.