Under Siege

In war, there was one thing that was never said out loud: that if your enemy even got to touch you, it would be all over — a quick, merciless death.

How or where didn't matter, so long as they found you. The battlefield didn't give a damn about the nature of your demise; it just cared about the fact of it.

But at this moment, as the Captain of Biola's forces moved through the air, all that occupied his mind was to take their enemies to their knees.

He broke into a sprint, and the ground cracked underfoot as if the devil himself had emerged from the earth; his swords whirled in vicious arcs to cut down all in his path.

As he moved with deadly grace, his crimson soul energy exploded forth, shrouding him in a glimmering aura of pure power.

Each swing of his blade took another life, crushed another soul under the weight of his rage.