theribbajack:Atthe sound of that name, Caesar suddenly felt cold despite the blazing Mojaveheat. Loo
theribbajack:Atthe sound of that name, Caesar suddenly felt cold despite the blazing Mojaveheat. Looking up, he saw that figure from out of his nightmares standing on theledge above. Bandages ripped from his face, his bared teeth still stained with Lanius’blood, his shadow thrown dark over the man below him.Caesartried to scrabble away, casting desperately about for a weapon. Graham leaptfrom the ledge and seized the front of his tunic, hauling him up as though hisburns had not diminished his terrible strength, but instead heightened it.Theirfaces an inch apart, Graham’s voice thundered like a death knell into thewarlord’s ears.“Seenow the fruit of your labors, Edward Sallow. Look upon me!”Caesarlooked into the eyes of the visage that had haunted his dreams. But this timeit was no illusion—the hideous specter of his nightmares had found him inwaking hours at last, full of rage, full of fire. Asingle word escaped the warlord’s lips.“Mercy!”Felinawinced, as did everyone. The snap of Caesar’s spine echoed around the silent,crowded dam, like a dry branch being broken. Graham picked up his weapon fromwhere it had fallen and pointed it at the crumpled figure before him.“Castthis thing into the river!”Happy Ides of March! Also accompanied by what might happen if Joshua was at Hoover Dam 2. -- source link