originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Around him on the streets, the sickening piles of civilian corpses surrounded him, laying in the places they had fallen as the soldier shot them down. Men, women, children, their lives extinguished, never to see the light of day again. Blood ran in the gutters, the air was acrid with the smell of charred flesh and smoke. The buildings that the fight had occurred atop were well-destroyed, looking as if they had faced the full brunt of the blast, and yet, amidst the rubble of the middle one, the charred remains of the soldier and his exosuit remained, destroyed beyond repair, systems completely scrapped. It appeared that the explosion happened from the inside of the armor, as the chest was blown outwards, ripped apart. However, in the rubble, it appeared that the single shoulder pauldron on the right side remained in one piece, although scraped, scratched, and dented. [/i]
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A few moments passed as Lucien's arms grew back to their regular size. The blade clattered to the ground as it was released from his mouth, the flesh dissolving with a flare of weak blue flame. Lucien picked it up and sheathed it, then unclipping the scabbard from his waist and using it as a walking stick. Most of the corpses around him had been fully consumed, leaving only bits of gore. Others had been half-eaten by the tendrils, scars of ash and burns marking where they were fed upon. He made his way over to the epicentre of the blast and gazed upon the remains of the soldier, regretting his decision to let his inner demon reign. He could've taken valuable information from the man. Just as he was about to leave he spotted it. An intact shoulder pauldron. Lucien picked it up and turned it around so that its outer side would face him.
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[i]There on it, the insignia of a blood-red cobra, coiled and ready to strike. The insignia matched the faded one on Lance May's armor, and perhaps May would have some answers... [/i]
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[i]Ronin.[/i] Lucien tucked away the armour sample and took a few more scraps, putting every piece into the inner pockets of his shredded coat. He would have to ask Ronin some questions pertaining to the man's insignia.
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]