And blades thundered, beating rhythmically against shields, and spears were thrust upwards, defying the sky, and there were no impassioned speeches, no hymns, no songs, nothing but the rage of their souls and the thirst for battle their bodies were brimming with.
After the battle, when the dawn comes, you might be able to remember your enemy, even try to understand them, and through that understanding, try to feel respect for them. But as long as your enemy lived… Be it Primus, Sankesh, Morgan, Erhard, Chin’Ameh, the Jasper Emperor, or the very Gates of the Verge, whatever the name of your enemy, it did not matter.
Hadjar’s eyes blazed with blue flame, and the gods of the Legion recoiled as they met his gaze.
While the enemy still breathes — kill them! Kill them all! As many as you can
