Even though it was nothing new for me, I didn't enjoy the notion of spilling blood. It was something I was ready to do when necessary, in order to save myself and those who I cared about from harm. And there was no way to tell that I held all those potential believers in such high regard to go into a battle frenzy for them.
But the sight of not only the entire street erupting in flames but a huge force dressed in the well-known uniform of the military was something that riled me up. Not only because those people wore the same kind of uniform as the people that killed my family. Not only because they were the last and best of what the local government could procure against me.
