Invective

The invective one chooses razor sharp words that harm with their sound and bite. Lashing with tongue until ears and hearts bleed. Never has the power of the tongue been so effective in this invective onslaught. The roots lie deep within the emitter, raging torrents of ill feeling within the invective one's being. They are honed razor sharp and jagged on the way up, and dabbed with the venous poison of rattle snakes, to inflect lasting damage and suffering and to kill their prey slowly. As they emit from the tongue in a spitting action the emitters face is raging, flaming ruddy red, steaming with invectiveness and bile. Convulsed to blast out the words with the force of dragon, and weight or a thousand rhinos charging. But, the invective ones are not inventive and lack the guile and cunning of the snarky, snide, cynical sarcastic one the words of which hurts more. For the pain inflicted by these emanates deep within the inflicted ones soul, spirit and being. Where it's designed to hurt in a derived way without leaving an external wound. The invective one's lance is blatant, up-front, in your face. It can be parried away and blocked with the shield of a thick-skin. But alas, for the subtle stab of sarcasm there is not such defense for the pain arises deep within the victim's psyche.