Rage

393 AC - Pathetic humans. You are nothing. Your lances are nothing but splinters. Your cuts are mere scratches. Your shells, just gobs of spit. You are nothing but parasites who only want to subdue, extract, abuse. I will crush you as I would a parasite. There will be no peace as long as you continue to plunder like this. Without restraint, without remorse. Your appetite is that of an ogre, a hunger that cannot be sated. You only know how to mistreat, exploit and bully. I will give you a taste of despair, make you experience the devastation you cause all around you one hundredfold. No, there will be no peace as long as you continue this defilement!

Is that all you've got? Come on then. Come on, I'm waiting for you! I plant my feet firmly on the ground as tremors shake the entire flying island. Halua skims the ground like a sole burrowing in sand. But not to hide; oh no, quite the opposite. He decapitates mountains, pulverizes hills and flattens entire forests on his way. Directly toward me. His mouth is wide open, eager to swallow me. His fins beat rhythmically and trigger tremors. His eyes are gun ports with fiery braziers inside. His tail whips like a riding crop at anything that gets in his way… And I clench my jaw as I face this charge. It's like looking death right in the eyes.

HALUA/SOLEDAD