Enjoy the festivities and don't abuse too much of ale if you are going to drive!
For Russ and the All-father, Merry Xmas!
+Hawkeye? + The voice through the vox brought him back to the reality.
The sand and the hot weather were left in his memories and the derisory cold call him back to the reality.
Let the memories for another time, he thought.
+Still not in the position + he voxed while he looked to the sky, searching for something that could claim his inner beast.
The moment was close.
His inner beast know that there were just a few meters before reaching the range of the Long Fangs, his hearing tell him that they were near, a swift noise that were not capable for normal humans to hear.
He needed to wait, perfect timing was a priority. There must be no survivors.
The briefing of the mission said that there was a chance that the leader could be a sorcerer, nothing certain but still a risk for the pack.
Let the wolves do what they are good for, said in silent voice, as if he was talking with himself. All of them will perish with singular violence, let the wolves hunt and spread the fear as fire on dry wood.
A second before the split of Whitefang started to fall in the snow he saw the trail of the missiles up in the sky.
They were approaching, just a few seconds to unleash the fury, the pain, the punishment in the name of Russ and the All-father.
Blake Shulz felt like almost a chosen one. He really believed in the revolution, he hated the Empire of the False God-Emperor with all his heart. His family died for starving, the Emperor forgot them during a lot of time.
Where was the called God-Emperor when his family died? Why didn’t a might ship came with foods and goods if they had worked a lot?
Why didn’t he die instead his little poor girl and his beloved wife?
If the emperor at his golden throne were a God, why didn’t he do anything?
When Adholr Adamek called for a revolution to free the system of the false-emperor he never doubted, he joined immediately. And after many days at war, they had conquered three worlds in the system.
We are invincible, he thought as he was feeling the frozen air across his chest, making him to poke out the hatch and, seconds after, a round of missiles explodes near the first tank of the convoy. The pilot couldn’t maneuver correctly and the tank where he was crashed, throwing him outside the tank and hitting hard his head. Before he lost consciousness the face of his wife come to his memories.
‘Melissa… ‘, he said before closing his eyes.