The Fox, Red

100 - Let It Rain Down Hellfire

General Weller has a good head start on me. But that was his plan! He didn't want to stick around for very long. He just wanted to ensure I was in a good spot for him to throw something big at me. Well, he messed up. I've been continually underestimated because I'm trying to be political about this. I don't want people to get hurt. I don't want to show that magic is a power solely used for violence.

That doesn't mean that I'm above using it for such means.

Anne begins her journey to the others leaving me in the middle of the smoldering pile of what was our tent. I'm still feeling good. I can feel the leftovers in my body from the snap reaction I had. It would be a shame to waste it.

I hop in place a few times to try and get my timing right. I've only been able to quick-step short distances but I'm feeling adventurous. I pick up my paws as the world around me blurs. I come to a stop looking behind me at the dust trail I left behind all the way to the cloud of dust that's still hovering where the tent used to stand. Whatever they hit us with was heavy.

I look forward to see the cloud of the vehicle still hanging in the air. One more jump forward and I passed them. They're cruising along at a good pace but that comes to a stop when the driver notices me. I hear them slam on the breaks. The tires grind on the dirt before they come to a stop. I spread my arms out with a bloody smile on my face, "Want to try again?"

All three doors open. His guards move out first with him behind them, clapping and laughing. : I should have known better, shouldn't I?"

"Yea! You really should of! But I would like to know what you hit me with."

"Regular ol' predator drone."

He hit me with a missile! And I walked away! "What do we do now, General? I'll have to admit that I've never been in a situation like this." He steps around the vehicle and leans on the hood, "I guess you just die here instead." He didn't have to give more of an order. His guards started spinning up something but I'm not in the mood to play with them. I wave a paw at both of them. They're stopped in their tracks before they crumble to the dirt.

I'm not here to play around. Now the General seems to understand this. "Maybe we can work something out."

"You should have tried that before. What you don't know is that the world has seen what you just tried to do. And! You tried to get a civilian involved in it! That's a war crime."

"You've already been marked as a terrorist leader of a terrorist organization. Anyone who associates with you is considered an enemy."

"Right, because I've done so much to induce fear. Or is that because you're scared now?"

He was reliant on his guards. Without them, he's started moving away from me to try and put distance between us. I quick-step behind him putting my arm around him, "But what do you have to be scared of? It's not like you tried to kill me. That would give me justification to fight back." Every muscle in his shoulder tensed when I touched him. He knows he's been beaten. I wonder if he'll break down or face me with pride as he expected me. "Tell me, General, did you bring an army with you? Or just those two? I've been curious about just how powerful I am. And if I can take on, say, an armored division or just a few platoons, that would be amazing for me to really see what I'm capable of."

He refuses to answer. "Come on, what did you bring?" At that question, everything seems to shift a bit. I can see further beyond my regular sight as I'm whisked away across the desert. I see a simple tent where there is a room of people operating the drone that was tasked with killing me. But outside that tent are vehicles, a couple of tanks, and soldiers with weapons scattered everywhere. And every single one looks ready for a fight.