remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Power, strength, and might had spoken volumes in the Aurora Basin. It’d been the way he’d wielded and reigned, not with iron fists, but in sheer potency, prowess, and fortitude. The world had known his sedition, his brawn, his capacity for violence, vehemence, and vigilance across any battlefield. They’d tested it. They’d tried to overcome it. But he’d grown in measures and means, in parameters and particulars, in the twist and bend of acrimonious and hostile pursuits – domination and supremacy in the flick of muscles, in the undulation of movement and motion. The Reaper had been the mountains’ shadow, and a soulless monolith. Endurance, fortitude, and stone; digging in until he couldn’t fight any longer – and most of the time, he outlasted his enemies.Which Morgan was not – but still he analyzed, the once King and now Sword, watching and waiting for the next maneuver. The earthen wares seemed to surprise, and his nonchalant expression remained scrupulous, meticulous, in its quiet examination, the Warden stumbling, knocked off her feet, with no defense moving forward.
Were this Helovia, or any other echoing war drum, this would’ve been an opportunity to finish what they’d started – oblivion, insurrection, death, and demise.
But this was Caido, and he'd differed in its machinations and wiles. Not a dais of battle, but a skirmish of practice and harpooning. Not to see who could do the most damage. Not to obliterate another individual. Instead, it was a correlation of what they knew, understood, and how they could improve.
So he chose to up the ante, to see how she’d respond, and use the incantations he was most inexperienced with. Air; filaments of the ether around them, curled and coiled at his behest, and though he hardly understood it, hadn’t known it for very long, it listened, corresponded. It built and built until it was a twisting revolution, heading her way, picking up rocks and stones, loam and silt, bits and pieces of broken pillars. His intentions and attempts were for it to wrap around her, perhaps trap and ensnare, with an outline of curiosity to witness how she’d combat it.
out for vengeance
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