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10/29/11(Sat)12:10 No.16774600>>16774594
“You,” the Lord spoke, “are a colossal waste of space.”
The Lord twisted its staff, sending more waves of pain through Behradiam’s body. Behradiam cursed himself for his weakness – for his foolishness.
The Lord’s face didn’t move, but with his dimming consciousness Behradiam swore it seemed to exude more of a… genial, joyous air than it did a few moments ago. The Lord was revelling in this execution.
“You know, if I were your Emperor, I wouldn’t forgive you. You’re a hopeless commander, Brother Captain.”
“I still,” Behradiam gargled out past the blood in his mouth, “managed to defeat you, Xeno.”
“With a casualty rate thirty per cent higher than what I predicted you would incur, and I even factored in natural human stupidity into that. Absolutely pathetic effort, Brother Captain.”
The Lord wrenched his staff again, the pain bringing Behradiam back to consciousness as his mind began to slip.
“I heard what you said before, Brother Captain. You seem like a man who feels very guilty for his own failings. You should. You’re inability to lead and your stupid decisions got your fellow fleshsacks killed. I put more effort into keeping my soldiers alive than you do, Brother Captain, and my soldiers are mindless machines.”
For some perverse reason, Behradiam felt the need to defend himself against this Lord’s verbal onslaught. “I did – cough – my best.”
“Not good enough, fleshling. Not good enough at all.”
“Good – cough – enough to – cough – defeat you.”
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