Chapter 1: Sweet Bloody Vengeance.

It loomed before them, the pitch black mountain that was Helgrind, an object that had been embedded in Eragon's mind since he had first seen it. In its shadow Brom had been fatally injured by the Ra'zac, it was here he had first encountered Murtagh, the beginnings of their friendship. It was here where his hate of the Ra'zac formed into something deeper, a dark, desperate loathing of the species, of everything they represented. And it was this loathing that birthed a desire… to wipe them off the face of the earth, for once and for all.

Roran shouted something at his over the sound of rushing air as they flew, Eragon ignored it, it was likely more of his cousins pointless prattle, and Eragon had no mind for it right now. Only one thing was on his mind.

The Ra'zac were here.

The Ra'zac.

Ra'zac.

Ra'.

Zac.

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Those who had murdered Garrow, Brom, and who knew how many others. But Brom and Garrow mattered to him, that was all that really mattered. They had chained Saphira like she was some wild beast. They had murdered people important to him, they had destroyed his life, and now he'd do the same to them.

He was going to kill them, kill them dead, dead and buried, or just dead, who cared, so long as they were dead.

They were the start of his journey, the cause of it all, without them none of this would've happened, he might still be in Carvahall, Garrow might still be alive, but here and now, he would end them, end their race, never again would they walk the face fo the earth. He would murder them all. Every last one.

He let out a shuddering breath, taking the tension from his body and focusing on the task rather than fantasy. They weren't going to kill themselves after all.

'There's no entrance' Saphira told them, she had scanned the entire mountain, circled it at least twice, and found nothing 'A pigeon couldn't find a hole big enough to roost on this blasted mountain.'

Eragon felt a smile touch his face at her frustration, while his eyes scanned the mountain intently.

'What should we do?' she asked him hurriedlyy 'If we stay here we'll be seen. I don't fancy our chances against all of Dras'Leona.'

'Really? I do' he ignored her response to his arrogant response and instead searched with his mind. He found the two beings whom he had located yesterday. One was definitely Katrina, scared, terrified in truth, the other, well that much bile, bitter putrid anger, rage and loathing, that could only be Sloan.

They were inside the mountain, which begged the question, How?

As Saphira noted there was no visible entrance, so then…

Eragon frowned 'Take us closer' he told her, guiding her with the back of his hand on her neck, pressing firmly in the direction he wished them to go. She did as he bid and took them much closer to the mountain.

'There's nothing here Eragon' she said impatiently, and also a little annoyed that he didn't trust her observation.

'Nothing we can see, but as Oromis says, 'One's eyes cannot always be trusted, they lie at the worst of times, are prone to blurring under duress, or cringing under brightness, indeed eyes are a most flawed way of viewing the world'.'

'Eragon, if you spout elven bullshit at me again, I'll flip, literally flip around and smash you and your cousin and myself into the mountain, kill us all. Don't think I won't'.

He grinned and muttered a few words, casting a gentle spell, it would apply a small amount of force to the mountain face and provide him with that information as if it were his hand pressing. So when he found a place where his hand met no firm rock, indeed where his hand slipped past the rock he saw evident before him, he released the spell and Saphira, guided by his findings, grasped the edges of the entrance with her claws, pulling herself through the illusionary wall.

"Gah!" Roran scrambled down from Saphira once they were inside, breathing heavily "Warn me in future!" he shouted at his still mountain cousin.

Eragon considered the room they found themselves in, it grew wider as it got deeper, though it was quite wide where they were, the entrance. Scratches matted the floor, evidence of the Lethrblaka's residence. Five slender tunnels speared off from this central chambers, as did a larger passage large enough for a dragon, all black as pitch, and empty as far as his mind could tell.

And it stank in here, he could smell the stink of rotting meat, faintly sweet, sickly.

A smile touched his face as he stared at a passage, a shifting in the dark drawing his eyes and revealing itself into a shape, not even considering the very simple fact that he could sense no presence down that tunnel "Hello beautiful" he said losing his sword and leaping down from his dragon 'You ready honey?'

Saphira snorted a spurt of flame as the Lethrblaka, realising it did not have the element of surprise it thought it did, slowed and moved more cautiously, making loud clicking noises 'Indeed my love, I am ready to shed blood at your side once more. For fire, glory and vengeance, sweet bloody vengeance, for Brom, for your Garrow, and most of all for us!'

'Don't forget Katty.'

'...Who was that again?'

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Roran considered his cousin, sword drawn, staring into a dark passage in which Roran could perceive nought but darkness. He looked… intense, yeah, that the word, not terrifying, scary, intimidating, a figure of awe and horror in equal measure. No, just an intense figure… totally just intense, that was all, honest.

Roran had seen a similar look on Eragon's face when they had camped, as he stared at the black mountain. When they had watched the priests of Helgrind perform their horrid rituals, Eragon had had that same look, had been staring at the mountain instead of the men.

When they camped Eragon's gaze rarely left the mountain, even when he spoke with Roran, taught him how to defend him mind, spoke to him of magic and past injuries, Eragon's eyes were affixed to the mountain, rarely ever leaving.

His thoughts naturally drifted from there, back to what they had discussed last night and the implications.

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"Magic might be useless against the Ra'zac."

"What?" Roran stared at his cousin, dumbfounded. There was no lead up, no build up, just a statement, and certainly not one he had expected. The things Eragon had told him, he half expected them to just waltz in, kill the Ra'zac with a word and stroll out.

Eragon rolled his eyes "Something I've been thinking about" 'We' Saphira slotted in before he could continue "We, whatever. The King has had ages to apply wards to the Ra'zac, with those in place then trying to kill them with magic… well, I dunno what powers their wards, it could be the Ra'zac themselves, and I dunno their limits, or their parents. Or it could be Galbatorix."

"And if it is?" Roran said, what did that matter, the king was just a man after all, and Eragon would have to face him eventually.

Eragon stared at Roran coldly, then laughed grimly "I don't fancy testing myself against the Black King right now, save that for the big ending."

Roran couldn't say he understood, but he wasn't exactly intent on arguing with Eragon, especially not on matter beyond his understanding. And magic was certainly one of them "What does that mean?" so he'd ask something that wasn't beyond his comprehension, hopefully, and was also important "For our… endeavour."

"It means that we'll be relying on your hammer and my sword" Eragon tapped his sword, the one he had obtained from a Shade. When Roran first met him he had had another sword, but he had passed that off to the elf, Arya, before he left. He may have also stated that if she lost it or allowed it to be misplaced that he'd misplace her sword, and may have also muttered, as he left, 'up your arse'.

Honestly, he was surprised that she just nodded calmly and didn't take the sword and stick it… well, where the sun don't shine to be polite.

"It also means you need to stick with me or Saphira., if you get separated then you're an easy target for the Ra'zac. The Ra'zac are also stronger than men, and as fast as an elf. So superior to you, in every way, if you will. Bear that in mind."

Roran scowled at the dirt "Will I just be in the way tomorrow?"

Eragon shrugged "No clue."

"Could you handle this yourself?"

"Yes."

"Should I stay back?"

"Your choice."

Roran growled in annoyance at his answers "I'm going!" he said finally, there would be no further debate. It was harsh, the truth, but Eragon was greater than him, stronger, faster, just flat out superior, and the Ra'zac were also his betters. But he would go and fight, if nothing else Eragon might need another body to be mauled, he thought grimly.

With a grimace he considered the topic of magic again, it was wondrous, wonderful, capable of so many great things, and yet "Magic" Roran spat it like a curse "It's… too tricky."

Eragon laughed, at him or at his statement, Roran wasn't sure, he leaned towards the former though "Not really. Magic is simple. And if magic were gone, well there'd just be something else equally complicated, or you'd realise that magic didn't overcomplicated things overmuch."

He frowned at his cousin, how could a mystical capability to manipulate the world not overcomplicate things? Shaking his head he considered more pressing matters "Could you make me strong and fast as you?"

That also made him laugh "Sure, you get seven months to waste?"

Roran grumbled.

"Even then it wouldn't be perfect, I'd likely have to…" he frowned and stroked his chin, thinking intently "Yeah, it'd take a while, might not be perfect, would depend on too many variables for me to tell you whether it'd work alright or not."

"Great" Roran glared at the sky "Can you teach me how to use magic?" he stared at Roran oddly, considering it "Not now obviously" Roran said quickly "We don't have the time, probably. But… well, why not? Me and you are cousins, maybe there's something in our blood. And it would not be an invaluable skill."

Eragon smirked "People tend to use invaluable to mean things that are above value, rather than things that are below it, worthless in other words."

Roran shrugged "I don't know words."

"No, you don't" Eragon flicked his cousin a rock, he only just managed to catch it "Hold it on your palm, focus, and say stenr risa, and raise the rock into the air. Not with your hand" Roran did this, to no success, Eragon just watched boredly "Well you keep it up" he vaguely heard his cousin speak, as he focused intently on the rock.

For a time he continued his efforts, willing the rock into the air, but it remained stubbornly sat there, unflinching before his declarations.

"There is something you need to learn" Eragon said, drawing him from his reverie "And it's not magic" Roran looked at him distractedly, still trying to focus on the stone in his hand, raise you bastard "You need to learn how to defend you mind."

That made him pause "What do you mean?"

"What I mean…" Eragon said slowly, and in an instant Roran felt it, overwhelming and intense, forcing itself in without a single care or concern, a mind far superior to his, like a raging ocean of blood 'Is that I can see every thought you have' the voice echoed inside his own skull and gave him a headache, he felt himself panic, thoughts racing through his head, some poignant, others worthless, and one… well, one about something entirely unrelated. He hoped… but Eragon's laughter dashed such hopes 'Quite a pair on her, eh Roran. You lucky little…"

"Get out!" Roran shouted at his cousin, waving his hand wildly to swat away Eragon's mind attack. It probably wouldn't work but it felt good to do something.

"You can't run from this" without any thought Roran found himself standing, and his hand rose before his face, then wrapped around his throat. It squeezed, tight enough that no air could pass through, and Roran stood there, choking himself "I own you" Eragon spoke the words, but Roran could hear nothing over the sound of Eragon in his own mind.

For a single moment he feared that this was the end, that he would die here.

But then Eragon released his stranglehold, literally, and Roran was given back control, his hand yanking away and his breathing coming out in quick nervous breaths.

"Amongst Galbatorix's men there are others with this ability, mostly spellcasters" Eragon continued, unconcerned with the fact that he had just had his cousin choke himself near to death "There's the Black Hand, his spies amongst the Varden. Du Vrangr Gata, and I'm not entirely certain about Angela's intents either. So basically a nice list of people who want what's in your head, and they might not be as gentle as me."

Roran glared at him, maybe it was just Eragon trying to emphasize the importance of this, but he felt like there was a better way to do it "I dunno about this Angela, but why are Du Vrangr Gata in there" Roran queried "I mean they serve the Varden, and Lady Nasuada… and aren't they subservient to you as well?"

Eragon laughed again, Roran was rather sick of feeling ignorant in front of his cousin, it got old real quick "Sure. They're all of those things. And you think none of them have designs greater than their present position? You think none of them desire greater power and the knowledge to obtain it? Du Vrangr Gata will be more dangerous than the Black Hand in truth, they'll just try to kill you, Du Vrangr Gata will take everything they can get from your mind out of the hope it will be useful."

That made him scowl, he had trusted in the men who had his back for so long, the idea of doubting them didn't sit well with him "Can't even trust your allies? That kinda sucks."

"Yes, it does."

"So how do I do it?" after an example like that, Roran was fully motivated to learn this particular skill. So maybe Eragon was a better teacher than he thought, he knew how to motivate a student… with threats of death, pain and torture. Yeah, great teacher.

"It's simple enough. Picture something, an image, and maintain it, maintain it until it blots out all other thoughts, think of nothing except what you chose. Whether its an image, a poem, a castle, whatever."

"What do you use?"

"Black iron bars, a cage."

That wasn't helpful, he had to think too much about a cage. How was it constructed, and for what? Was it for animals, was it for people, what was the texture of black iron? No, it wouldn't do at all. Roran scowled at the ground, thinking intently about the one thing that could completely consume his being "Does it have to be any of those things? An image, or poem or..."

"So long as it consumes your thoughts completely, it can be whatever you want."

"But then how do you fight?"

"While?" he nodded, and Eragon responded by shrugging "You just learn to. You learn to think beneath the walls. It's… complicated, but eventually it becomes a surface thought, deeper thoughts can still occur. Or deeper thoughts don't… It's kinda complicated."

"I see" he really didn't, but he was focusing now, on the object he would base his defences around, if it only needed to consume his thoughts then it would do perfectly "I think I have something. Give me a second" he said focusing intently, once he was done he glanced at Eragon mouth open.

A single looked into those eyes made him flinch, rid him of the thoughts he was to use to guard his mind,

He scowled "Dammit."

Eragon rolled his eyes "Just tap or something."

When it finally came time, and Roran indicated, Eragon entered his mind, or so Roran assumed. He couldn't really tell what was happening, he just kept thinking intently of Katrina, let her consume everything that he was, until he thought of nothing else. She was everything to him, everything he had, without her he was nothing. If she was gone… he didn't think he could do ought else, he would live to take revenge, then die. There was nothing for him beyond Katrina.

And in an instant his defences were crushed, he was left stunned, staggering, his head throbbing intently.

'That was an impressive effort' Eragon said softly, startling Roran as the word did not come from Eragon's mouth "For a first timer especially" he said extracting himself from his cousin's mind "It was actually very impressive, even someone experienced don't always have such flawless defences. Keep working on it. Try… try finding a sequence you can repeat, over and over. A statement, a poem, whatever. Just something repeatable. And concentrate on that."

"How do you fight like that?" Roran muttered again, this time more fully understanding the question he was asking. He wasn't asking for the answer, Eragon had already given him that, sort of, but he just could not picture while thinking so intently.

But Eragon answered all the same "As I said, you learn to think beneath. Or think without thinking. Elves are shit" he said offhandedly, confusing Roran. What did that have to do with anything? "You don't think, you act… it" Eragon continued, but it was clear he didn't have the words and eventually just gave up "As I said, complicated."

Roran shook his head "All this magic shit is complicated."

Eragon had laughed, only later would Roran learn the reason for his humour.

This wasn't even magic.

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The Lethrblaka charged, its pointed beak stabbing forwards at Saphira. She narrowly avoided, grabbing its back leg with her teeth.

Eragon's eyes were better in the dark than hers, she had not noticed the creature until he had acknowledged it. It was a somewhat infuriating thought, she had long since accepted that Eragon was better at magic than she, for she could not use it, but knowing that her eyes were worse, in the dark at least, was aggravating.

He might not be able to spot a goat from the air, as she could, but it still made her feel inferior, and that was not a feeling she enjoyed.

It's blood tasted like piss, she tried to torch up but her flames didn't touch the creatures flesh. The real question was were the wards bound to the Ra'zac's strength or the King's, for it if were the former Eragon could overpower them without a doubt.

Probably.

Maybe.

Ok, so there were a few doubts, but the point was they dared not use magic directly against the enemy they face today.

With a great shift she shoved the bastardised dragon with all her strength, sending it tumbling. She was ready for the first, hence her success against it, the second came as a surprise, and its beak stabbed into the flesh of her flank.

A scream loosed from her lips, a roar to all who heard it, and she turned to avoid the blow becoming any more damaging than it was, at the same time shifting to slash at the creature, though it avoided. Eragon was already there, his silver sword dancing, the creature gained a deep cut to its neck, not fatal but close enough for concern, before it back away from Eragon.

Her attention was drawn to the second as it pecked at her back, she whipped around, claws a slashing, teeth a biting, and drove it back. A brief thought from Eragon and her eyes sought Roran and found him, and the two Raz'ac emerging from the tunnel behind where he had fallen, having been caught by the first Lethrblaka's charge and sent stunned to the ground.

She was aware of Eragon cursing, telling her audibly to handle this and rushed to his cousin, one of the Lethrblaka made to swat him, but she prevented it with a bite. It did not connect but it caused the beast to recoil. The pair of them versus the one of her, much as she would love to be arrogant and say they had no chance, they had a very good chance. She'd have to rely on Eragon pulling through to get her through this unscatched, or rather undead.

Vaguely she was aware of Eragon's own battle with the Ra'zac, which went remarkably smoothly, he cut one open within a few moments, killing it, the other whom he had wounded quite heavily, was allowed to flee, but only because he had more pressing matters to attend to, and no magic to pursue it with.

Eragon's was back to her as soon as he was done, the damage the Lethrblaka had caused since then was minimal, though the sight of it caused such ugly anger to rear up in him, it would make her blush if she were capable of such a thing. As it was she felt a warm feeling in the pit of stomach.

He summoned light, silently telling her to close her eyes, and she felt Roran through the connection as well being told similarly and made to when he did not act quickly enough.

The Lethrblaka and the Ra'zac were creatures of the night after all, so Eragon summoned the bright white light of heaven itself to blind them to all hell. It worked, both of the leathery beasts screamed and wailed as their eyes were seared with bright white light that even through her closed lids hurt Saphira's eyes.

Immediately after receiving word from Eragon, she opened her eyes and charged one of the winged freaks, sinking her teeth into its neck, and proceeded to break said neck with a viscious shake.

Though she took but a few moments to finish this, the other Lethrblaka recovered before she was done and she felt its body collide with her and take her out through the illusionary wall, her teeth still clamped into the corpse. Both her and the corpse went tumbling out of the mountain, while the beast spread its wings and glided out.

She untangled herself from the monster she had murdered and spread her wings, catching herself before she collided with the mountainside and was sent tumbling down its length. The corpse of the Lethrblaka was not so lucky and likely had no unbroken bones by the time it came to rest at the foot of Helgrind, battered into a bloodied pulp.

Letting loose a roar of glorious violence she flew after the leathery beast that circled above her predatory. That would soon change.

'Handle your end' she told Eragon, feeling her blood rise at the prospect of an ariel hunt for a change, as the Lethrblaka swooped down on her, and she narrowly avoided its piercing beak, passing it and gaining height on the lesser creature 'I'll handle mine.'

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Eragon smiled softly "Understood."

Roran hissing drew his attention, the Ra'zac has struck a quite nasty blow, stabbing clean through his shield, and hitting a rib. He strode over and, grabbing his cousin's arms, examined the wound, touching it lightly but still enough to cause pain.

"Lucky, your ribs are still in place. Waise heill" he used a simple spell, and healed it simply, regrowing flesh and skin over the wound rather than anything more intrusive or intensive. It wasn't worth it yet, he'd deal with that once they were done "Katrina's down there, make it snappy" he pointed to a tunnel, two along from the one the Ra'zac fled down, the one that roughly correlated with the direction Katrina was in "If you find a Ra'zac shout, and don't guard your mind."

"Got it" Roran said, rushing off.

Eragon smiled amusedly at his cousin's eagerness to be with his beloved, he frowned and sent a werelight to follow his cousin so that he would not be blinded in the darkness of the tunnels. But as he strode into the darkness of his own tunnel, his nose smelling the Ra'zac's foul blood, his grin transformed, grew foul and angry, full of violence and rage.

He hunted with his nose and his sword drawn, and knew that the creature was close. He had wounded its side, it couldn't get far "Come out" he murmured to the darkness "You know you can't escape, why bother even trying" he could see nothing in this genuine blackness, but he could hear, and smell, and taste "It's useless, there's no escape for you."

He heard the creak of straining wood, and jerked his head. Instants later an arrow whizzed past his cheek, grazing it, but it did not impact into the centre of his forehead where it would have had he not moved. The arrowhead cut his cheek, and worse it was covered in that foul oil, Seithr, that made his flesh burn, a spell snapped the bow, another prevented the oil from doing anything worse to his face than it had.

After this small affair a voice reached his ears, sending his smile sprawling all across his face, wider than ever before "You murdered my hatch mate, and your dragon murdered at least one of my parents" the Ra'zac stated, somewhat accusingly. It sounded pained, and Eragon could hear it moving to the left a little, trying to be quiet but its wound was making its movements clumsy, otherwise it might actually be a challenge to hear it.

"Both actually" he had just received words of that, and his dragon was returning, and was busy being worried about him confronting this Ra'zac on his own, even though she knew he was their better.

The foul creature hissed at this new, if expected, knowledge "You have murdered all that remained of my race, we are gone. Even if I should survive, Rider…" it hissed again, less angry, more sorrowful "You Rider's won. Well done legacy of the Riders, you finally exterminated my kind. The long campaign of the Rider's, finished at last."

"No" he growled, finding more anger than he cared for at being compared to, or considered the successor, to the Riders "Not the Rider's, I'm not doing this for them, as some continuation of their efforts, this is for me" he thumped his armoured chest "I murdered your hatch mate, and aided in the death of one of your parents. You murdered my Uncle, and a man who was as good a father to me. But that's not enough for me, I want you gone, gone, gone, gone gonegoneGONE!" he took a shaking breath "And I get to now. You'll all be dead, and my vengeance, a part of it at least, will be complete."

The Ra'zac hissed at him "The Black Rider will deal with you" it told him, Eragon heard the unsheating of a sword though it attempt to muffle the sound with words "He has more hearts than you."

Eragon laughed "He might have more heart, but I have more soul."

The Ra'zac leapt at him, he heard rather than saw the act, but Eragon's sword was quicker and truer than its, and the creature was sent to the ground, legless and screaming.

He laughed at the sound of the screams "I thought there'd be more to it than this. Thought there'd be more danger in the pair of you, well the four of you. But no, you're nothing before me. Dirt, pathetic. You and your kind and nothing, and now you'll be dead, you'll be nothing but a nightmare!"

The Ra'zac laughed, or at least Eragon assumed that was a laugh, through its screams and agony it laughed "Then I am satisfied" the creature hissed, breathless "My race my fall... but we will not be forgotten. That is enough" a heartbeat passed as he considered this, the creature was satisfied, or would take whatever small victory it could get, in such clear defeat "Shall I tell you something Rider?"

"I don't see why you should" Eragon said, kicking where he assumed the creature was, and getting a pleasant thump for his efforts "I want you screaming not talking."

"He is almost there" Eragon blinked, and jabbed his sword down into what he assumed was the chest of the Ra'zac. Maybe he should make some light? The Ra'zac groaned in pain, but continued talking "Almost discovered it. The name."

"The name?"

"Yes… the name."

Eragon frowned, and summoned an orb of bloody red light that cast them into a soft red glow, and light up where they were. The floor was rock, and the Ra'zac lay bleeding its foul blood that rivered away along grooves in the ground, its sword lay by its hand, still clasped, but it didn't have the ability to lift it, as Eragon's sword had stabbed into its arm, not its chest like Eragon had been attempting.

It laughed at him, now visible, its bulbous black eyes staring into his face "We liked Durza" it said softly, roughly, its dying words "You are Durza's spawn. I don't like you. I hope you fail Rider, no… I know you will. You cannot combat the King. He is more than you, he was more than Durza, far, far more."

"Murtagh said something similar" Eragon said, stabbing his sword into its chest this time, but avoiding, he assumed, the major organs. Did Ra'zac have organs? Did this vaguely human vessel contain anything necessary. He assumed so, or else the creature wouldn't be in so much pain, or so weakened "But you know something. It doesn't matter. Galbatorix will die."

The Ra'zac laughed again "You think?" and that was it, those were the dying words of the race of Ra'zac. It let out a final ragged breath, then faded from this world.

Eragon stabbed it in the head just to make sure, felt Saphira check up on him, but ignored her. This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't feel… satisfied. Its words about completing the Rider's work bothered him, he wasn't a Rider, he was Eragon, he wasn't here to rebuild or complete their legacy. Was ending the Ra'zac as a race truly completing their work? What else could he have done, let them go?

Technically he could have done that, but there was no way he actually would let them leave alive.

The Ra'zac at least, he had little quarrel with the Lethrblaka, they hadn't killed Brom or Garrow, they were just the Ra'zac parents, an unfortunate victim of their childrens crimes against him.

But no, truthfully there was no way any of this species could continue to live, the Lethrblaka he assumed weren't terrible parents and wouldn't forgive the murder of their children so casually, and the Ra'zac he could not allow to live. All ultimately had to die.

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be more satisfying than this, it wasn't supposed to feel so empty. He should feel something more, elation, joy, peace. Not this… normality. Nothing had changed, everything remained the same. What was the point of this? Was there a point.

He cast his sword aside and punched the corpse, it made him feel better, so he punched again, and again, he found laughter on his lips as his armoured fists pounded the corpse, he felt a jarring blow as he hit against a hard peak, a bony structure in the Ra'zac's body. But he kept punching, punching and punching and punching.

But it wasn't enough. This wasn't enough.

This was supposed to be his glorious vengeance, so why did it feel like… nothing special.

Blergh... fuck.

Toodles.