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Mike Reed

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"There’s no escape from an attack of that sort - we simply cannot fight it" - Russian Colonel Zkaniski, 1941, describing the massed German dive bomber raid which had destroyed his tank brigade

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.... : [ Violence. How may one define violence? The dictionary definition is "an act of aggression towards another person, often with the intent to harm". But this definition is not adequate, it does not take into account why people are driven to violence. There is a difference between the man who strikes out in blind fear or panic, and the man who strikes because he enjoys the sight of destruction. The difference is much like that which will be apparent between AWS and Reed this Sunday. ] : ....


.... : [ Reed stands in a vast hall, an armoury of considerable proportions. The roof stretches tens of feet above the floor, and Reed’s boots make a hash clip-clip as he walks across it’s shiny surface. But it is not the floor, not the roof, not even the General himself who draws the attention. It is the walls. The walls are a veritable treasure trove of destruction. Running the length of them, on both sides, are row upon row of weapons. Reed looks across the weapons arranged on the wall with some interest. Every instrument of destruction that could be imagined seemed to have found a place on the great armoury wall. Swords, daggers, bows, clubs, hammers, axes, spears, staves, firearms, maces...the capacity of mankind to push back the bounds of innovation in the name of destruction. Each weapon offers a new and fascinating way to kill someone. ] : ....


It is said that war drives mankind to their greatest technological achievements, and this cannot be refuted. The need to kill, hurt or maim another man has produced the greatest revolutions in technology created by mankind.


Rocks beget clubs. Clubs beget axes. Axes beget blades. Blades beget arrows. Arrows beget bullets. Bullets beget bombs. And so on and so forth, in a delightfully twisted wheel of violence.


.... : [ Reed lifts a weapon off the shelf. It a simple look axe, wooden shaft, with a solid iron head. The type carried by the Vikings on their great marauding raids. It is a weapon of great potential. ] : ....


.... : [ At the Battle of Hastings, Saxon axe men battled Norman knights. The knights rode at the axe men, sneering at such a primitive weapon. The axemen stood firm, weapons ready. The knights surged forward but the axemen simply struck away the horse with a upward movement, splitting open the beasts neck. The knights were thrown the ground - some were killed by the impact. The rest died soon after. ] : ....


There were no more sneers. Only fear, hatred and respect from, the survivors.


It’s a pity for Sagara, this Sunday, that he won’t be one of the survivors. But others will see his fate. Others will draw in sharp breaths at his demise. And the others will learn to fear once more.


.... : [ Reed replaces the axe and draws another weapon. It is a longbow, seemingly of English, rather than eastern make. Made from Yew, the so-called "Tree of Death". And when turned into a weapon such as this, it was a fitting name. ] : ....


.... : [ At the Battle of Crecy, English and Welsh longbow faced off against the best of best, the bravest of the brave, the Knights of the Kingdom of France. Out numbered 4-1, the longbowmen waited for the charge. The knights laughed at the size of the British force and boasted how they would hang the archers from the trees with their own bowstrings. They sneered at the discipline the British force had, laughed at the need for training and organisation. ] : ....


They say history repeats itself.


The parallels are so obvious that even someone of such limited intelligence as Sagara would be able to grasp them...however tenuously.


The knights jostled for who would lead the charge. The British waited. Finally, with the banners flying, the knights thundered forward.


Then the sky was turned black. 8,000 archers filled the sky with arrows so that the chroniclers of the battle wrote "The noise was so great from the whistle of them {the arrows} that the French could no longer hear themselves."


The effect was utterly annihilating.


Much like the Court Martial will be when it drives any of Reeds opponents face first through the mat and leaves them nothing more than a piece of detritus cluttering the battlefield.


.... : [ Reed returns the bow to its place and walks on further across the rows, his feet echoing a death march that the AWS should be aware of. Should hear coming and fear. They say that only the foolish are without fear. Only the idiot do not feel the cold chill of terror. ] : ....


Is Sagara a fool? Perhaps not entirely. But Sagara is foolish for thinking that he will be the man to emerge from the battlefield in triumph.


But then again...it adds a certain something to see the look of realisation on his face when they realise that the Complete War Machine doesn’t take prisoners.


.... : [ Reed reaches what seems to be the end of the weapons racks. They racks still stand but they are empty. They represent the last thing that remains in the human arsenal. ] : ....


Bare hands....and the capacity of the mind to innovate violence.


Many have claimed to be "Innovators of Violence". Some have claimed to "Define Violence". Perhaps by their own limited standards they do.


After all, the man who invented the first club must have thought himself very clever to have created the weapon. But he would have been sneered at by the man who invented the sword.


There always must be those who push the boundaries further. Who take violence and turn it into an enemies worst nightmare.


Reed is one of those innovators. A definer..no, a re-definer of the Ancient Art of Destrcution. Sagara sits, content to follow where others lead him.


Sagara doesn’t understand. Doesn’t understand that the last major war the Western armies fought in ended 55 years ago, with 50 million dead or missing.


Sagara doesn’t understand. Doesn’t understand that Reed is not about armies. Reed is about war. Reed is about the extermination of armies.


Sagara Doesn’t understand. Doesn’t understand that old warriors never die. They just go to Hell to regroup. And when the time is right, they will Ride with the Devil and leave their enemies dead.


KIA to be precise.

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