"Fate is the driving force of-"
"AAARGH this again- fate means nothing to me!" Sol snapped. "What the fuck is wrong with you all!?" He grabbed his hand and started pulling at it, tearing out golden strands and roaring as the brilliance of his mana returned while the great vein above them dimmed and went black. "Fate this, fate that... fate is bullshit, you're all fools..." Sol's left eye lit up and began bleeding golden blood again. "I'll show you, I'll prove to you," He dragged his fingers across his skin tearing his flesh and screeching while the general furrowed his bald brows and turned.
"This madman, I can't tell what he intends to do but I can tell it's dangerous, if I don't retreat now I'm as good as dead!" The Captain spun and burst into a sprint leaping off the surface and flying away with all the power he could muster within his broken body.
