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Welcome to Hell.
Ignoring The Arrow and Raven, The Rider continued onward. They could stop and play chess with the newcomer if they wanted. It was better that way. They’d be less of a distraction, and the Son of Adam would survive this.
And that’s what both Raven and Xarathos wanted. For the Human to survive.
Crossing over the rubble, Xarathos looked between the buildings at the new group. What a ragged pile of shit. Yippy joy they even had the band back together. Here comes Camelot to save the day, again. Didn’t work last time the Table Round all played the field. Hell, she still remember the feel of when Artur sank that blade between her ribs. Hurt like a bitch.. and he snapped the blade in half.
Constantly holding back, refusing to unleash their full potential. Refusing to unleash their powers. Hold back and let evil win. Sometimes you had to do a bad thing and rip a head from it’s shoulders to save billions.
Sometimes you had to revolt to stop being a slave.
You just had to pay the piper if you lost.
Pausing at the top of the rubble she locked eyes with the one in black hanging to the rear. Renegade. They had history those two, and now the bitch had a way to keep the Rider at bay. A token of betrayal. But that was fine, for now. One day there would be a reckoning, and the Rider would have Vengeance. Personal and Divine.
And there she waited, her eyes tracking across the group of innocence and thugs, until she found the summoner of evil and enslaver of the damned.
Ignoring The Arrow and Raven, The Rider continued onward. They could stop and play chess with the newcomer if they wanted. It was better that way. They’d be less of a distraction, and the Son of Adam would survive this.
And that’s what both Raven and Xarathos wanted. For the Human to survive.
Crossing over the rubble, Xarathos looked between the buildings at the new group. What a ragged pile of shit. Yippy joy they even had the band back together. Here comes Camelot to save the day, again. Didn’t work last time the Table Round all played the field. Hell, she still remember the feel of when Artur sank that blade between her ribs. Hurt like a bitch.. and he snapped the blade in half.
Constantly holding back, refusing to unleash their full potential. Refusing to unleash their powers. Hold back and let evil win. Sometimes you had to do a bad thing and rip a head from it’s shoulders to save billions.
Sometimes you had to revolt to stop being a slave.
You just had to pay the piper if you lost.
Pausing at the top of the rubble she locked eyes with the one in black hanging to the rear. Renegade. They had history those two, and now the bitch had a way to keep the Rider at bay. A token of betrayal. But that was fine, for now. One day there would be a reckoning, and the Rider would have Vengeance. Personal and Divine.
And there she waited, her eyes tracking across the group of innocence and thugs, until she found the summoner of evil and enslaver of the damned.