The cuts soon heal.
But the bigger lacerations of flesh continue to bleed. It doesn't help that they are in constant motion, always swinging their blades, always moving their legs, always matching forward. So their blood falls to the earth which they stood upon, only to be trampled upon by the comrades that follow behind.
"Only victory will do."
Nothing else will do. It is what Soverick has sculpted them into. They simply repeat that chant in their mind as they matched forward. "Only Victory Will Do." It's what Soverick told them to think of when he forced them to match under the aura of a titan of law. That titan had released the full might of her aura on an entire army. They were shivering where they stood unable to move a single muscle. Even their dull senses could feel the threat to their lives.
