Fray

You do not want a war. You have known violence, you have suffered loss, but you have seen nothing of war. War is not just the business of death; it is the anti-thesis of life. Hope, tortured and flayed, reason, dismembered, grinning at its limbs in its lap. Decency, raped to death... You will be a murderer and more.

I'm not a leader now. I'm a whole damn army.

Nobody ever called me any OH MY GOD you mean that guy that one that set himself on FIRE!" "As I said, fanatics." "But he set himself on fire!" "Centuries of useless, obsessive waiting. Makes a human-" "HE SET HIMSELF ON FIRE! "Maybe he was cold.

They'll all be waiting. Waiting for me to fall. So, come on , guys. I'm just one girl. No big hero, no protector of justice, not even a bona fide one-hundred-percent slayer. So what are you waiting for? Take me on. Hurt my world. I dare you.

So, what's first?" "Dexterity. I throw things at you. You avoid them." "You're not a complicated person, are you? Let's do it." 20 seconds later "You hib me wib a girder!" "How many claws am I holding up?" "You hib my face wib a whole girder!" "You were meant to duck." "Can we skip degsteriby?

They come. Sooner than I'd thought, more than I'd even begun to fear. They come looking for death. And Death is psyched to see 'em.

I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes... As it flows... ...Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do. I slay.