'Then why are you killing them"!? Ava asks frustrated with my rising body count.
'They all saw me get in the carriage, like hell I'm going to let them live'.
'We could be in a field of flowers somewhere...' she responds wistfully, remembering the dragon's roar.
As the explosions go off, the carriages are blown to the left, and the four people who step out get blown to pieces.
The grenades detonate right next to their heads, leaving no chance for survival.
The other two grenades go off in the middle of the beasts.
'Why the animals'!? Ava shouts.
'They all saw us get in that carriage' I repeat.
'Everyone has to go'.
That's the thing about killing, it doesn't change you as the poets say.
It doesn't make you better or worse than anyone, but it does make it easier to do it again.
The flying Jun is two hundred yards away and closing in fast, I have to get rid of everyone before then.
