With no monsters, his pieces were his soldiers. He'd trained them up, and raised their strength. Now he needed them to be even stronger still. He reached for the words to say to them, something that could force those three flames that they shared together. It was that want to protect that unified the three of them, but would words of that sort be enough? In his eyes, he did not think so. He could not see the three flames going together, but there was no choice. He had little time left.
The whole army was jogging now. The man began the low murmur that marked the beginning of a battle cry. If Vol was to say the words, then he needed to say them now, before the violence began, and before he dedicated himself entirely to his axe and his hammer.
