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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
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You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Adrik Volkov
People were talking. But all Adrik could see was the face of a young woman. She couldn't be past twenty. Her jaw was lax. Maybe she'd screamed before she died.
Maybe she'd been calling for help.
He stumbled back a few steps, and his back hit a solid chest. He glanced up and it was the old soldier from earlier. The man's face was blank, set in slate. There wasn't an expression on it.
Somehow, that made him feel worse than the dead woman.
Then, the General woman stepped forward. "We thank you for your kindness," she said calmly. "We will gladly accept any honours which you choose to bestow upon us, noble Legion." She gave a deep bow, and the soldiers followed suit.
Adrik stared at them. How easily they chose to kneel before a killer.
His knees were knocking, but he wouldn't go to the ground. He couldn't. He was 16 for god's sake, why was he even here? He should be back home.
Dead, with your family, a voice whispered in the back of his head.
Isla Greer
Isla kept her head lowered, but her eyes remained on the Legion's feet. How quickly he could move- how quickly he could slaughter squadrons of soldiers.
Perhaps, she thought. It was not Manecdon who came to attack us today.
But ultimately, did that even matter? Word would spread from her soldier's camps. Word would go back to Legion with her magician.
She had been put in a cage, and she had no choice but to willingly stay there, or flutter right into the palms of the rest of Manecdon, whom would have no choice but to blame her for the death of half a dozen squadrons that had died on her land. Her pitiful unguarded land, devoid of sense or meaning.
A snavian dove fluttered in the edges of her vision.
I'm sorry, friend, she thought. You are caged here, just as we are.
And so she bit her tongue, and she stared at his shoes and wondered who could shine them so finely and whether or not they could smell the blood. She could.
"Collect the prisoner," she muttered to the man kneeling by her.
He hastened to obey.
Setsuna Jun
Setsuna opened his mouth to say something else- then felt a creeping feeling run down his spine. He looked behind himself, and saw a pair of soulless black eyes.
He opened and closed his mouth.
"Can we not die?" he finally squeaked out.
Setsuna Jun
The eyes vanished, and in a second were back, more intense than ever. He couldn't really see any pupils, but for some reason, he got the sense that the creature was staring directly at him.
He shuddered, but something in him melted a bit. The creature looked kinda lost. Maybe he could help?
"So uh... you wanna come in?" he tried.
She looked at the army through the bright light of her halos, raising a shackled hand to them. A warm feeling washed over the area, encompassing everyone within her radius. It was a short moment, but there was an obvious shift in aura. He pulled her back by the chain, placing his hand on her shoulder. "You should be much better equipped to help our cause, now."
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

"Ey, what's going on here? A party? Can we join in?"
A bow appeared in his hands, a quiver taking the place of the cane slung over his back. He nocked a arrow.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.