Not the best post but I'm working on a time limit, LOL.
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Agiad'coda
Even in low light, the silver sheen of his Trion armor glimmered bright. Yet the spirit of the man behind the iron and mask was dim. Amaranth - his greatest friend - had returned more terrorist than misunderstood revolutionary. He spoke of smiting the United States, a country far from the land of Andres' birth, and it seemed wrong. Wrong as burning any man's land was, but wrong because this was not and had never been what Amaranth was. A destroyer. An avenger. It was wrong because it was not Amaranth, not as Andres'd known him. And so, the Knightfall Don sat in a room as dark as his mood, blue eyes sweeping from holographic screen to holographic screen as his mind ran through thoughts faster than a mortal brain had any right to be.
On his lap sat a mask of a metal few knew to even exist. And in his hand? The sword to plunge into Amaranth's skull. Yet Andres was more scientist than warrior, more brain than brawn. So as his eyes and ears drank from the image and words of a video replayed a thousand times over, his brain - an otherworldly machine - scrambled to every possible logical consequence within it's reach, and his mind pulled back to the one thought that kept him from raising his sword. This is not Amaranth.
Amaranth is from a future more distant from us than the Roman Republic.
A future where mutants, us, are less than animals.
But my friend has never been a destroyer.
If he did not kill Charlemagne for more, then he would not burn a country for less.
Is there more to this? Or was Antonia right all this time?
The nanoseconds ticked and tocked, and Andres' face became a mask of deep thought. To bring war to American soil was a bold invitation to every who soared it's skies and patrolled it's cities. Even Amaranth, with immortality and the skill of Achilles a thousand times over, hadn't the numbers nor the power for conflicts of this scale. What then, had the Lord of the Sword in store for America's finest? Andres could only wonder and wait. War was a game of chess, and the Knightfall Don need read his foe before moving a piece.
So as his gaze swept to the violet sparks in his Quantum Chamber, Andres would wait and watch. He need not use it - yet.
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