Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-25924729-20160313145449

She regarded the flaming boy with a cold expression. Slowly, her hand raised the radio to her lips. "Commander, where is my artillery?"

As if on cue, a barrage of blue fire erupted over the hill, arcing over the battlefield and vaporizing a section of the town's streets. Distant screams echoed over the plain, Vale looked away from his horrified expression to the flaming horizon with melancholy, but iron resolve.

"You think i'm a tyrant for firing on the town, but even if i stop, will they? No. The Tempest will keep attacking, what we're doing is self defense. My men have loved ones and families too. Will you ask them to lay down and die, will you make their families suffer in another's stead?"

"Even if we win or die, we have started this war, and the civillians will see us as the villains. 'It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both. - Niccolo Machiavelli.'" she quoted. We will save the town from the Tempest, even if they hate us for it. If you don't have the courage to see this through, then stay out of my way, boy!"

She then turned to the Jack-o-Lantern, glad to see someone else who understood her. "I honestly don't know, at least, until we get a better look at their fortress' defenses. But i've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by putting a bullet through it."