And now he fell into silence once more, as he read off the number. The Commander in question had a grin as wide as a cat's sitting on his face. One hand was on his waist, and the other cupped his chin. It was a sickening level of smugness. His own men growled at him in dismay, even if they cheered for the mighty feat.
It was a feat enough to stop the cheers of the footsoldiers, and turn them into an awed silence. This was a hero upon heroes. They'd celebrated the others as such, and they hadn't managed half the kills that he had. As a mere Commander, he'd slain more Violet Commandants than some Colonels had.
They studied him, as he walked forward with his exaggerated swagger. They saw the size of him, and thought him to be bigger than an average man. They took in every detail of him… and their efforts rewarded them with nothing but puzzlement.
