Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:37 pm by Lord Nexus
Nexus did have the pleasure of witnessing the visceral ending of Hrokr that he wanted; no, rather than having his body dashed against a solid stone that would result in bones being crushed, arteries being ruptured, and a pretty red splater on the wall, his opponent hit the wall, which crumbled upon impact. He passed through the stones, taking them with him. The wall collapsed after Hrokr broke through it, burying the man under a pile of stone and dust. Perhaps that would have killed him, but Nexus wasn't convinced.
The commander strode forward, closing the gap between the ruins of the wall and where he originally stood. Hrokr could still be alive, and Nexus simply didn't want that to happen. Hrokr shamed him, embarrassed him in front of his men...he bested him. No, Nexus would make sure that this man's name would never reach the annals of the Forsworn, not while he yet lived.
Before Nexus reached halfway between his original position and the wall, one of his soldiers called out to him with a voice laced with urgency.
"My Lord! Scouts have spotted several troop transports and tanks heading our way from Stratablock 7. We have lost contact with the units there."
Nexus growled under his helmet. He was tempted to ignore the man; he was tempted to walk to the pile of debris and crush it, ensuring that anything within it would be reduced to nothing more than a pulp. He didn't, however, as a voice in his head reminded him that he did not have the luxury to act selfish. He was a commander, and a Forsworn...he had to complete his mission. Stopping in his tracks, Nexus turned towards his men, then scanned the area around him.
The fires of the explosion where the mercenaries made their last stand had dwindled, only ash and embers remained. In the fire's stead remained the burned corpses of his soldiers. Nexus looked to where the wall had crushed ten other men. He did not have the time to give them an honorable burial. Instead, he looked to one of his officers.
"Order a withdraw. Rendezvous at the Hammer of Dawn; it is time we leave this planet...and give me an incendiary grenade."
The officer nodded, then chucked the grenade into Nexus' waiting left hand. The commander let out an involuntary grunt as he caught the object, as his shoulder protested with stabbing pain. Once the men had all but melted in the alley way, Nexus looked at the grenade in his hand, then at the pile of rubble where his opponent laid. He looked at it for a moment, then turned, walking to the pile of rubble where his men laid.
Flicking the switch of the grenade, Nexus chucked it at the edge of the pile. The orb settled, beeping in rapid sequences. Nexus walked towards the alley, allowing the shadows to engulf him just as the grenade exploded, covering the pile of rubble in oil and fire while burning the corpses of the Forsworn beneath it.
The soldiers arrived not long after that; they saw the burned bodies, the rubble and the pyre. One of the soldiers looked to an alleyway directly south, and could swear that he saw a flicker of movement, but when he focused on the area, he found nothing but darkness. Nexus and his men were gone.
Not ten minutes later, the ground of the Moridebo District quaked once more, as the massive hull of the Hammer of Dawn lifted free from its clearing, and blasted skyward in a deafening roar.