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The Commissar moved forward then, swinging that jian down at the Chosen who dodged in that moment, letting the blade harmlessly smash the concrete below. The Chosen felt curtains fall over his eyes, purple drapes of frenzy. His gums bled, pressed in his mouth. The taste of his own blood sent him over the edge. He screamed out like a wild animal and swung the bident around, slicing across the Commissar's neck with its second blade and leaving the head hanging on by a thread, until it fell off completely and the body stumbled down and over.
Feet thumped the concrete below. The grey warrior came charging again, but the Chosen reacted quickly and hurled his bident, piercing them again through the chest. Their run ground to a halt until they fell to their knees, and the Chosen grabbed the fallen Commissar's jian then to finish the job, slamming the blade over and over again into the figure's helmet until they were dead, until their head was busted wide open, nothing but faint sprays of blood and electric sparkles released through.
He retrieved his gifted weapon and raised it to the air, howling wildly. For the first time, he could scream like an animal. He had this right.
And yet, now that the fight was over, there was only silence.
Nobody had saw. Most had left. The Wei began to pull back at the order of a second Commissar the moment they saw their senior begin to melt. The Warriors of the Khanate left the moment their Chosen lost his arm. To them, he was a goner. There was little reason to stay behind for him now... And why would they? The Head Necromancer was the driver behind the very reason they were here. The Chosen until now, had simply been the one to lead the charge. They saw him weaken. He was now bereft of any strength. And that blood rush...?
...
Just like the Midget said.
None had witnessed his triumph, his one moment of glory. Why was he deprived?
>Scream to HEUS. (Input.)
