Death stalks the city

[runmakitarun]

Sometimes Bahamut doesn't look like a city at war. Today, for instance, the snow is fresh and clean, yet to be churned up by the tread of running boots and the tracks of krawls.

It's one of the many calms between storms, when the city seems at peace because everyone is taking a deep breath in preparation for returning to war. Even n these deceitfully quiet times, though, Bahamut is still a warzone. Soldiers from both sids tread lightly and carefully through the bombed out buildings and burnt bodies, looking for chances to kill one another.

Today is no different.

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

He can't see it, but her eyes are flat and dangerous. She doesn't stop moving.

"I'm finished trying to rely on anyone." It means so much more than the obvious, and there's a heavy, final quality to the words.

"I'll kill her myself."

She stalks out of the emplacement. Dushka calls after her, worry and fear in his voice. For her, for himself, she doesn't care. She ignores him.

She's got a witch to kill.

[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

Up above, blood drips down a pair of battered gray boots, hitting the floor with soft patters.

Down below, the lone sorceress stands still (http://joiningyousoon.livejournal.com/5449.html) in the wreckage, her coat whipping about her legs.