Discipline Pt.3

Michael Magna. Month 10, Day 17, Year A.F 652. Northeastern Forest, Kingdom of Rosalia.

Another slash rips through and powerful winds follow. I stand between the unconscious men. As the rest of the army walks away, watching intently.

I take a step, the others step back, intently watching my every move. I smile at one man, before I raised my arm and the earth beneath, stabs him from behind.

The others look in shock at this display of magic, taking this chance I swung my sword, taking down a few men.

This pulls them out of their reverie and I duck as a sword flies above me. I smirk as I take a stab behind me and the earth rumbles beneath.

"This ends here," I flourish my arm as spikes impale through a hundred men, some dodges with luck. But all else die as I stood in the middle of it all.

Those who survived looks up in hopelessness and desperation. The view of bleeding and broken bodies impaled through spikes of the earth was shown for all to see.

The smell of blood and dirt as dust rose around me was one of the most terrifying sights I could imagine comes into my view, I would never admit it, but the moment I saw what I have done, I regretted it.

Though noticing the atmosphere around me, I seized this moment of despair and fear, I shout as the sound resonates through the clearing.

"Remember this lesson! Anyone who wishes to act up against this army will incur the proper punishment."

A piece of rock, floats up, bringing me above the view of carnage and violence. "No acts of violence will be left unpunished. No act of thievery left undone and No commander will be followed."

I gesture to myself, "Other than me and those that I name." I look to their weirdly reverent and respectful expression of the other soldiers before I shout, "IS THAT CLEAR!?"

"YES SIR!" The resounding reply, vibrated within the earth, as the piece of earth falls to the ground and I walked back to the tent, "You officers, prepare their funeral and execute those who remain."

"Yes, Sir." The officer salute as I walk back, gesturing for Anders to follow.

I look forward as I spoke, choosing to ignore the sounds of shouts behind me,

"What do you think about that?"

Anders hands me a piece of cloth, one which I take as I wipe the blood off my nose.

"I believe it was the best possible option." He spoke in a sombre tone

"Oh, really? I would have thought that the fear thing would've scared them, though regardless of the result, I'm quite glad it worked."

I head towards my tent and waved my hand, "I'll be needing a rest after that. Make sure to take care of the rest."

The tent was small, but it would do. I slam my feet into the ground as a hole opens up, I barfed all of my stomach's content and murmur to myself as the realization of what happened settles and understood the impact this world did upon him,

"Ive gotta get over this, fast."

Anders, Month 10, Day 17, Year A.F 652. Northeastern Forest, Kingdom of Rosalia.

I walked back to the officers, their hurried and panicked expression wasn't something I saw every day. Perhaps, they are hurrying to avoid the death that just passed through.

Then again with the great scene of violence in front of me, it isn't hard to think as such. Countless spikes of earth, pointing upward, each one bearing a man, groaning in pain as the last of their life bleeds out.

Though the man himself seems shocked at what he did, quite obvious from the shaking. Despite that though, the effect has been quite noticeable.

The soldier's relieved expression along with the continuous sounds of celebration is quite the contrast to the terrifying expression of magic currently hanging from the air.

He has no idea as to what terror and oppression the cliques has over the army. The countless extortion, bullying and violence, they did to keep power.

There's a reason my officers couldn't do it, there's a reason I couldn't do it. The status quo has been made, we never noticed it until it was too late. After all, the cliques have become a way of life.

And anything we did would have resulted in deaths, which would have made the situation worse. Unfortunately, the cliques had an adverse effect behind the scenes. Along with some low-end officers, joining the inner circles.

The sigil surely did its job, despite the formation of cliques, proper order was officially maintained.

Though perhaps to make a show, he allowed these men to stand as examples.

I shake my head with a smile, that's all in the past. The current sobs of help and grief as men were held down for execution was only replied with laughter and jeers.

The resentment that had been bubbling was released in a cathartic show of violence. One which the men saw as the best way to get back, even those who planned to follow seems to cower.

This is all well and good but with the lost officer, I'm going to have to do a bit of reorganizing. Though where should I start? I look around, seeing the few candidates, the cliques have been suppressing.

Though officers do require a lot of knowledge, and with the small window of time we seem to have. I'm going to have to drill it into their heads.

"YOU THERE!" I shout to one of my officers, they tense up as they salute.

"How many officers do you need to organize an execution?"

"One, sir"

"Then what the hell are you staying here for, we have a lot to do. One of you stay here to organize Michael's orders while the rest of you follow me to the commanding tent."

I walk to the tent, as the officer follow behind me.

"There's still a lot left to do."