Saying that victory is its own reward is just coping

The massive beast snarled with three dozen snouts and flailed four dozen tails in the air. Its fur of all colors, from pure white to dark brown, was covered in blood, dirt, and viscera.

With a screech of rage, it lunged after a soldier on four dozen paws. With no care for its screams of panic and terror, the monstrous creature tore him apart with a single swipe of a claw.

The scream turned into a blood-choked gurgle, and the monster's shrieks were partially silenced as its maws dug into the man's flesh.

Standing tall over the battlefield covered in bodies and grime, the Union looked like it had stepped right out of a nightmare someone had after drinking way too much wine that evening.

I steeled myself and flew closer to the Union with my fighting sword at the ready.

"Union! Stop it!"

Its multitude of ears twitched, but it didn't react otherwise.

I put more steel in my voice.

"Union, I said, STOP!"