Ronin
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His teeth grit, his fingers tightening. Before his eyes, an innocent woman died - another life with a name and family, with passions and hopes and dreams that Savien would never know of, extinguished in the blink of an eye. Nox's scream echoed in his ears, the paladin and the monster briefly joined in a grief overwhelming.
Then, as he had done for fifteen years, Savien seized his sadness and mangled it into rage.
"She's gone, paladin. Kill it."
THOOM! Savien's exorcist beat righteous thunder into the street, a streak of flaming white slicing through the midday mist straight toward the Caer Lord's exposed sternum. The .50 caliber explosive slug would detonate with an earth-shattering explosion, leaving a crater in the cobblestone at Nox's feet and annihilating whatever glass was left in the nearby windows. The round would have punched a hole through a re-enforced tank. Hopefully it would do the same to a Lord of the Caer.
He wracked another, the ammunition cylinder swiftly loading a fresh slug into the rifle's chamber. The paladin took aim through the hazy smoke, lining up another blast. He never fired. The Caer Spawn were upon him.
"By Selene..." Savien looked up at one of the airborne monstrosities, claws pointed downwards against his skull. His muscles twitched into action on instinct, a hand dropping from his rifle to the hilt of his sword. Shrriiiiinnngg. The knight sliced as he drew, attempting to sever the beast in half as it descended upon him.
"Get to the bike!" he roared at Colette over the cacophony of glutteral screeches.
Then, as he had done for fifteen years, Savien seized his sadness and mangled it into rage.
"She's gone, paladin. Kill it."
THOOM! Savien's exorcist beat righteous thunder into the street, a streak of flaming white slicing through the midday mist straight toward the Caer Lord's exposed sternum. The .50 caliber explosive slug would detonate with an earth-shattering explosion, leaving a crater in the cobblestone at Nox's feet and annihilating whatever glass was left in the nearby windows. The round would have punched a hole through a re-enforced tank. Hopefully it would do the same to a Lord of the Caer.
He wracked another, the ammunition cylinder swiftly loading a fresh slug into the rifle's chamber. The paladin took aim through the hazy smoke, lining up another blast. He never fired. The Caer Spawn were upon him.
"By Selene..." Savien looked up at one of the airborne monstrosities, claws pointed downwards against his skull. His muscles twitched into action on instinct, a hand dropping from his rifle to the hilt of his sword. Shrriiiiinnngg. The knight sliced as he drew, attempting to sever the beast in half as it descended upon him.
"Get to the bike!" he roared at Colette over the cacophony of glutteral screeches.