[ IP ] Final Stand

In the glen he was defeated. He was done. They had bested him, his cause was lost, his ideology made a fool of. Yet, he himself, the singular person, was not ready to concede. They may take his beliefs, they could pierce the flesh, they could mock. After his body lay in the snow, staining, they could say what they would. Until then, a battle could be waged. 
 
 He centered. Shook his head and focused. They were coming. From every side. It was over, for most. He could take more with him. That's all that mattered in this new reality. How many he would see down there with him. Adrenaline his only friend, he steeled his soul and waited for the thunder to come closer. 
 

