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Something boiled inside the Sentinels head. Death was all around him, and all he could think of was Fire? But it was all he felt, the heat of fury. The flames of vengence. There would be hell to pay. Something inside him knotted around his heart. Chains of searing heat scorched it and somehow he knew that the only way to allevate it was to avenge the fallen. His comrades fought like possessed. Even the ones to whom they had arrived to aid fought. They turned the tides rather quickly, with Darch shots ringing out between battlecries and the sound of blades smashing into giant bird skulls. Around him he felt peoples flames go out. Lives snuffed out by the last desperate attempt from the eagles. And he realized this fire wasn't anger. It
No, it wasn't about vengence. It was about justice. Vengence was cold and corrupting. It drove people into madness. Justice however, was a flame that could not be snuffed.
These people didn't need vengence, that was not the nature of this tragedy. These people were crying out for justice. The situation needed to be put right. Before he knew why and what he was doing, he was running. The air coming from his nostrils seemed oddly hot, it was as if he was breathing steam. As if the fires that had been lit was trying to forcing itself up trough his pores. He ran right at the oversized bird that was trying to flee the battlefield. Trying to escape the chaos it had wrought. Trying to get away from what it deserved. That would not stand, that would not be allowed. Not today. Not ever. Kain would pass judgement on those that stood against their cause. He would burn them of the surface of the planet.
His muscles were like bands of iron, twisting and straining in his arm as he pulled his blade to the side of him while he ran. Teeth threatened to crack as he gritted them and gnashes them together. Everything in him was like a machine burning fuel at a incredibly rate and in hypereffecient manner. The eagle was gaining altitude when Kain reached a rock and did something incredibly, unbelievedly bullheaded. He turned his oversized sword onto its broad side and them smashed the rock like he was batting baseball. At that moment, the dull ember of his cigarette that had been glowing against his blade for so long, ignited into red hot fire. Scratch that, it burned white hot as he swung his blade. The clang was deafening to say the least, the force reverberated up the blade and into his bones, rattling him.
But regardless of pain and discomfort, the giant of a man made the rock fly in a feat of stupendous strength. The white flames seemed to latch onto the rock at the moment of impact, coating it and making it glow. The rock, now on fire, streaked like a comet towards the fleeing bird. It smashed into the wing of the eagle who crashed back against the ground, now on fire.
Kain strode towards it, his sword no longer on fire, the ember entirely snuffed out. The fire that engulfed the bird however, was still alive. The Eagle was dying to the flames , flailing best it could. Had Kain been out for vengence, he would have watched it burn for a while longer. Instead he lifted his sword, then let it slam down, slashing the creatures head clean of in one stroke.
It was only after the last of the flames died down the thought came to him. ”What the hell did that fire come from?”
No, it wasn't about vengence. It was about justice. Vengence was cold and corrupting. It drove people into madness. Justice however, was a flame that could not be snuffed.
These people didn't need vengence, that was not the nature of this tragedy. These people were crying out for justice. The situation needed to be put right. Before he knew why and what he was doing, he was running. The air coming from his nostrils seemed oddly hot, it was as if he was breathing steam. As if the fires that had been lit was trying to forcing itself up trough his pores. He ran right at the oversized bird that was trying to flee the battlefield. Trying to escape the chaos it had wrought. Trying to get away from what it deserved. That would not stand, that would not be allowed. Not today. Not ever. Kain would pass judgement on those that stood against their cause. He would burn them of the surface of the planet.
His muscles were like bands of iron, twisting and straining in his arm as he pulled his blade to the side of him while he ran. Teeth threatened to crack as he gritted them and gnashes them together. Everything in him was like a machine burning fuel at a incredibly rate and in hypereffecient manner. The eagle was gaining altitude when Kain reached a rock and did something incredibly, unbelievedly bullheaded. He turned his oversized sword onto its broad side and them smashed the rock like he was batting baseball. At that moment, the dull ember of his cigarette that had been glowing against his blade for so long, ignited into red hot fire. Scratch that, it burned white hot as he swung his blade. The clang was deafening to say the least, the force reverberated up the blade and into his bones, rattling him.
But regardless of pain and discomfort, the giant of a man made the rock fly in a feat of stupendous strength. The white flames seemed to latch onto the rock at the moment of impact, coating it and making it glow. The rock, now on fire, streaked like a comet towards the fleeing bird. It smashed into the wing of the eagle who crashed back against the ground, now on fire.
Kain strode towards it, his sword no longer on fire, the ember entirely snuffed out. The fire that engulfed the bird however, was still alive. The Eagle was dying to the flames , flailing best it could. Had Kain been out for vengence, he would have watched it burn for a while longer. Instead he lifted his sword, then let it slam down, slashing the creatures head clean of in one stroke.
It was only after the last of the flames died down the thought came to him. ”What the hell did that fire come from?”