ACTUS ESSENDI

( He casts his spear into Earth from on-high. Like a holy bolt of lightning, he crashes into striking rod's body and decimates the blast point. Tyrant's crouch is disguised by a haze of shrapnel and other debris; when he stands, he towers over the mob as a powerful shadow. Turning to the Martyr, he speaks while plucking his spear from the dirt: ❝I am not here for you --❞ He assures -- too self-satisfying not to specify. ❝But letting you perish here would make him cry.❞ ) lus: saves u for Smolsel

          It takes naught more than a moment for the Martyr to plant themself firmly between him and the mob now behind them, a stern glower set atop of freckled features. To think that the day could have gone on peacefully, without him coming with so grand an arrival: shattering the Earth below him as if it were just a playground. Truly, this man had found with impeccable ease the fastest way to bury his way beneath their skin; they could never comprehend him, nor predict his next moves——’twas what made them all the warier when in his presence. In some moments he had been kind and others… there was nary a consideration of mercy.

          ❝So if it were not for ‘him’, I would be laid to waste even if not the intended target?❞   How disturbing, if it were true. But they’d died for lesser things, seen as a lesser thing, so mayhaps they ought to be honored that someone had thought of them and that this someone was one who Aulus regarded quite favorably.   ❝But I will not permit you to slaughter these people. Leave, please.❞   And even now, however fruitless it may be, they still plead with him.