He wades through flame, clothes burning, skin unharmed.

“You’re brave to contact them.”

“Master?” she gasps.

He loops back and is at the controls before she yells.

They fought like lions roaring war cries.

“Enough?” he taunts.

The grip of savage generations are refused.

Sickened by the recorded genocide, the comm officer tossed her rank pin.

“Will I defeat him?” She grins. “No.”