[ WP ] In his right hand he carried a dagger for vengeance . In his heart the blackness of hatred . On his left hand the declaration of their liberation . The feast of the oligarchs would soon come to a bloody end ...

Nolan's fingers gripped tightly about his remaining dagger, behind him was easily heard the symphony of gunfire: something had breached the city walls. The massive and numerous monsters that wandered the jungle world were pouring into the city against a seemingly never ending stream of gunfire, but at this moment a vendetta was to be put to rest. 
 
 Eyes shifting left and right as he ascended the steps of the courthouse. The guards were slumped to the ground, he could see blood running from blade wounds and bullet holes. Isra and Warsprite lived up to their promise. 
 
 As he continued to move, he turned his left hand over, looking at the holo projector he held and the read-out displayed under his fore-arm. An expression of disgust wore upon his face as his eyes rested on the projector, reluctantly activating it and dropping it behind him as he shoved the doors open. 
 
 His form was silhouetted in the dark doorway, the seal of his former group `` The Sight'' projected brightly above the courthouse stairs illuminated the space behind him. 
 
 It was just him and -her- now. The traitor... The real monster. 
 
 The silver inlay on his blade glinted in the near blackness. 
 
 A soft female chuckle seemed to come from all around him, `` I should've figured it would be you'Eyes'.'' 
 
 Steeling himself for what was about to happen, Nolan pulled his mask up over his mouth and nose, pointing forward with his dagger. `` Time to die, bitch.''
