The Price of Deceit - Part 9

They were a child's principles – or, they were the principles of the strong, those that could get their way assuredly, again and again. A proper Commander would have been focused on the battlefield as an entirety by now – Vol should have been worrying about what had happened to the attack of his other men on the other side of the clearing. But he was almost gluttonous now. He took from the position of leadership that he wanted, and cast all else aside.

"Monster…" One of the Stormfront men breathed, seeing Vol bring down one of his comrades after the other, laughing like a demon, as he coated himself in their blood and guts.

There was a Stormfront word that Vol knew. He turned, hearing it, his smile widening.

"Yes," he agreed, speaking the same tongue back to the man, before hammering his skull down into his head.

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