remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Just at the moment the General would’ve extended some praise for the forthcoming, newfound efforts – The spear was stuck.
He couldn’t help it, despite his years of suppressing emotion and diminishing inclinations, the laughter brewing within his lungs couldn’t be restrained. For half a moment, it came out as a muffled snort, but then he saw the armament still dangling from the target, and it started everything up again – until the chuckle was a reverberating echo, and he was nearly doubled over in the amusements.
“Sorry,” he admitted, except he probably wasn’t – wiping away a stray tear in the corner of his eye, clutching momentarily at his ribs, ignoring the way the rest of the soldiers glanced over to see what had wildly entertained the Sword. Taking a few more instances to bring the bemusements to a close, permitting another muted, indistinct chuckle, he ceased movements to the target. “You have a choice here. Lose your weapon, and hope your enemy falls nearby so you can retrieve it.” With the additional machinations and calculations – did he have another blade on him? Could he stand to forgo this one? “Or, figure out how to remove it.”
out for vengeance
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