Fanwork##
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As the Behemoth roared, his bleeding form leaving a bubbling trail of melted earth on his way forward, he thought.
A picture bloomed in his mind, of a series of lines crisscrossing each other in a pattern identical to the one displayed by the various maps and plans he had consulted in his journey. As soon as they had assembled in the now familiar image of Luseng streets and buildings, they thickened and grew. The two dimensional schematics shifted into a life-like representation of the city, as memories of its design and recent glimpses of the reality of the place clicked together as puzzle pieces finally reunited.
In this theoretical construct, among structures carved of pure ideals projections, silhouettes appeared as his fantastic memory summoned Luseng's people. Fading in sight, they surged from nothingness as he saw them for the first time, lost in the configuration their activities had taken with the event of his arrival. Then, his calculating mind drew from this first scheme another, tracing their likely positions in the present based on an uncountable number of data. From the last and most recent variable, like the rampaging Behemoth, to the profiles he had made of Luseng's inhabitants with the reports he had devoured in his travel. As the gears of his mind turned, the list of his assets unfurled in the background, Exalted and mortals alike appearing at strategic points in his model according to their abilities. With them came the outlines of furrows carved through the city, canals destined to channel as safely as possible the burning tide coming their way, which split the city into safe, dangerous and doomed area. Fortunately, there was little of the latter.
As the first part of his work came to an halt and the second he took to plans his next move finally died to leave place to another, he blitzed forward, outpacing the Behemoth in the blink of an eye. His feet had barely settled upon Luseng's wall that orders tumbled from his lips, jolting awake his paralyzed troops. As his blunt voice echoed around, his matter of fact attitude, proclaiming that his speech had nothing to do with an attempt to save the city but was a plain description of the steps they would take to safeguard it, morale rose and officers and simple soldiers alike irrupted in a flurry of organized movements.
Had he not calmly announced minutes ago that he would handle the whole enemy force, and were they not broken, driven to an ignominious flight if not simply into the grave ?
What was one miracle more ?
Swept by the intensity of his presence and the implacable feel of his conviction, few among them had time to think about the Crown which had set upon their Satrap's brow. There was work to be done, lives to save. The bolder of them even permitted themselves the audacious though that soon, there would be others to crush, now that the Realm had finally raised a fist in anger and in Luseng's defense in the guise of Sesus Ulyssian.
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Dragonlord Telomar had little experience with metalworking but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that, as it was, traversed by rivers of lava carefully channeled by experts hands, Luseng must look like the workshop of some divine blacksmith. As some of its parts was burned away, he wondered what kind of blades would birth from this forging and what others crucible would the world judge fit to temper them in. Idly he also wondered about the sanity of whoever had sent Sesus Ulyssian here. His was not a brittle metal, indeed he was nothing like Iron as he had proved here, and as unlikely to bend than he was to broke or melt, no matter the pressure, no matter the heat.
Saery was such a good judge of character. Still she was impossible sometime, help that kind of man ? Who did she take him for, the Founder himself ?
Taking a savage bite of a pilfered pastry-food was the nerve of war and bla bla- he felt himself grin. Things had taken a new and interesting turn.
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I'm leaning toward Containment for now but I wonder about the option of diverting his path. I'm just trying to think of a big enough attack which would launch him into the sea without blowing him up, which we don't want to do.
Playing cat and mouse with him in order to lead him there seems also dicey...
edit: By the way, I'm always pumped up to see you describe things in a way so much awesomer than what I've managed to imagine Rihaku. I mean, just the Cristal-like spider ? Or the cocky Duke ?
Cool.