Sanguine Massacre, Pt 3
The Gold Justicar swallowed back any fears she had and advanced towards Orsethii. Although she had extreme reservations towards facing off against a Reborn, her duty overrode everything else. Decades of conflict had honed her into a deadly and powerful combatant that few could rival.
Of course, her power armor helped close any gaps between them as well.
“By the code of the Justicars,” she told Orsethii, “I command you to stand down. Any assault made against the Emperor is immediately punishable by death.”
“Ah, yes, another fine tradition,” Orsethii retorted. “It’s a bit interesting to me that my traditions aren’t worth anything, while yours are worth everything.”
“Warring needlessly and upholding law are two different things,” said Retholis.
Orsethii scoffed, even as the Justicar continued advancing.
“No, they’re not,” she replied. “Expression of power is expression of power. No more, no less. And besides, there’s no such thing as needless war.”