Building Up

[Eon Saverem]

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Darkness faded in and out... the muffled voices around him, impossible to understand... transitioning between unconsciousness and complete distortion... from black to blurred double vision... ears ringing, as blood ran from the left... body shaking... and the burning sensation across his face... Tegan retched himself to his side and tried lifting himself onto his elbows... the explosion had sent him flying through the wall of the building. His guard uniform was still smoldering and the smell of burnt leather and flesh would choke any normal man. Shaking from left to right, the Cannibal Commander drug himself across the floor. His comrades watched in silence, none lifting a finger to help, such was the way of the Clan. Should Tegan fall here, he would be devoured and the next strongest would take the role as leader. They were damned wrong if they thought this was going to end the life of the former Camelot Knight.

Tegan, still fading in and out of darkness, managed to make it to the hole his body had made in the wall. Saliva drolled from his mouth, as his blurry vision tried to focus on what once was the West Gate of Nippur. He began to make out some bodies laying on the ground, covered in fire, smoldering... the left side of Tegan's face felt like it too was still on fire... the collateral damage was wide spread. His head shook like a bobble head as he scanned the area. Then he saw a handful of guards unharmed, damn near directly in front of where the blast had occurred! He closed his left eye and watched as the dust and smoke cleared, he saw red. It was the same red armor of the kid he'd seen just before the blast, although the kid looked bigger than before... the cannibal's senses were out of wack... the Preteen Machine held a massive shield, smoke trailing off of it.

"What... the fuck..." Tegan barely able to slur the words. His rage, only subdued by his own injuries. The guards in shock thanked their would be savior, while the furry within Tegan raged, How can they be thanking that son of a bitch when it was him that caused this? What the hell was wrong with these people? The Cannibal Commander's thoughts raged like the fire that engulfed the gate.

Rolling over onto his back he breathed deep, trying to regain his bearings. A shift in movement caught his attention from within the shop. It was quick and ducked through the small group of cannibals. Tegan could feel something lung at him from his left, his eye still shut causing it to be a blind spot. Almost by sheer instinct and reflex, the former Knight of Camelot drew one of his daggers and thrust it into the skull of his attempted assassin. Slowly turning his head he gazed into the eyes of one of the clansman he had brought along. His face drown in disbelief, slack jawed as the blade pressed deeper into his skull.

"You... stupid fool... I will do to the Red one... what I did to you..." Tegan spit out, then drove a punch into the dagger. Submerging it into the clansman skull. The rest of the men reeled in fear. Tegan drug himself to a corner, pointing at the limp form as the blood was poor out. "Eat..." he then pointed to the hole in the wall his body had made, "Cover..." The cannibal corps. starred at each other for a moment and then nodded. Covering the hole with the rug they'd used for the guard earlier, and drug the body to the center of the room, where they viciously devoured it.

You will pay for this HERO... You will be the appetizer. For the meal fit for a KING...