"Protect the ramparts!" came the mangled scream of the commander. My legs moved beyond my will, my blade raising to strike. I know, on the deepest levels, that this is all wrong. I know that revelling in the blood and blades will eventually cost me my life. But oh.... the exhileration! The power! The ability to choose whether a man livees or dies that sday.... it fills me, it chokes all reason!
My blade moves, and I watch the limbs sever from the body. I feel no pain as his desperate strike bites my shoulder.
For I am a mighty warrior. And my code is thus:
Never give into peace.
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