remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
There were distant hazes and memories in his eyes for a scattering of moments – the legion of men gathered in their traces, military might and means running rampant across blood-soaked fields, readying anything they could muster into shells and vessels, into vacant arms and absent hands. That was before they fell apart. That was when they believed they were something vengeful, something glorious, something unattainable, unreachable. That was when audacity and boldness clouded and blinded. The images were gone a second after. The catapult’s arm hurled quickly, swiftly, a rapid, obliterating motion full of force and power, and he watched the stones ricochet towards the targets, nearly hitting them, the rocks descending to the ground instead, making indents and pockets in the soil. His eyes narrowed, speculated, turning the arsenal slightly, judging and scrutinizing over where he might have errored in his calculations.Before he could contemplate or assess the situation any further, another made their presence known, and he lifted his head, riveted his gaze, to maneuvering shadows and a familiar form. He choked back the slightest range of laughter, the feral grin threatening to clamber over his features, simply by way of amusement and schemes. The General made no efforts to warrant discussion of Hotaru, he thought taunting should’ve been reserved for the Valkyrie, and simply permitted a ghost of a smile to etch along the edges of his mouth. “Testing. Experimenting.” If he wanted to truly blow things to oblivion, he could do so - had - when fire clambered from his presence, when it roared and decimated, when it seethed and curled and he controlled every ounce of its vehement, capricious existence. But at least Sunjata appeared to approve.
He moved back from the catapult, eyes going to the Stygian bow he’d made him only days before. “You are welcome to try.”
out for vengeance
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