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T H E  S H O R E
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[color=ed1c24][i]“BURN THEM”[/i][/color]

The voice was his only guide. The flame did not die, it only burns brighter with the rage of his being. Some would claim him mad. Some would lament the loss of cover. They were fools, idiots blinded by men in fancy suits telling them about “strategic importance” and “Sensitive Situations.” They had called for him to be on this mission. They had wanted a distraction. There were no better distraction than Kain. A kid from the slums, a brawny, violent thug turned berserking SOLDIER. A literal human pyre. What else could he do, but to burn as bright as possible. His head smashed visirs in, his fists were enhanced by the knuckle duster design of his trench knives, sending men tumbling and almost flying. He kept moving among the thick of it to avoid the cowards nad their rifles, putting bodies between him and them. ANd for each scratch they made to him, the more power he unleashed. 

He was the flame. All these little men were moths. drawn to him. What better way to distract these pathetic mortals. These insolent weaklings. No, he was surrounded by blind fools, fumbling in the dark, to afraid to harness the flame that gave mankind dominion over the world in the first place. 

Around him, his comrades fought, dispatching foes with ease. There gifts were different then his, strange and alien in their own ways. But none was so vital, so full of emotion as his. They reeled it in, they tried to keep it down. They were fools, they would be eaten by their own aeons from the inside.

“COME THEN” He bellows and flew once more from his position, a blazing, brilliant streak in the darkness, landing between three Achadian soldiers, and right on top of a fourth. He screamed in terror, but he smashed his fist down. As he rose, he let his fire die down a little. The heat was becoming to much, even for him. Mistaking it for some kind of opening, the other three charged at im. It was a fatal mistake. He caught one of them by the face,  a giant h and encompassing a lot of that skull between meaty fingers. His eyes snapped open in sheer terror as Kain lifted the unfortunate man up so his feet was kicking of the ground. 

“Burn with me.” He said as he fire roared to life once more. The poor man’s screams startled the other two soldiers so badly their knees buckled. Their weapons scrambling onto the ground. Looking down on them, Kain spoke.

“I am judgment. I am vengence. Leave, never lift a weapon, and justice will be kind.” He said as he dropped the charbroiled young man to step onto one of the archaic guns. “Go for your sidearm. ANd I will gut you both, and make you burn, inside out.” 

As he spoke however, some cracked a shot at him. It snagged his shoulder, and Kains eyes flared red. The two terrified soldiers ran for it as he turned  to stare at a soldier who did not seem to waver, but calibrating his gun for a proper shot. Kain smiled. IT was not a happy smile. It was feral, visceral. Teeth bared like on a primitive primate threatening another. He leaped, once more the comet. Landing with both knives dug into the mans shoulder, deep and lethal. The man stared trough his helmet, fear, confusion and disgust.

“A-animal..” He died with the words on his lips as Kain tugged his knives out. The heat searing the wound shut. 

“Perhaps.” Kain admitted. “A hound.” He turned to the Commander of his mission. The person he felt a almost compulsive need to purge. But in a way, that was useful. Someone to stoke the rage that fueled his fire. He idly wondered if the higher ups had taken that into account.