Mercy

The only thing I feel is power coursing through my veins like an injected electrical wire ready to shock whoever dares to touch it. Thunder- my thunder- ripples through the air. Strokes of white race after it. I bask in the glorious feeling that surrounds my body in swirling colorful spirals.

The ancient runes seem glow and shimmer around their inhuman bodies, beating their agility and stealth in one clean swipe, one by one taking them down on the field. I watch from my perch as they choke on their own silver blood, spewing the liquid from mouth and nose until finally it causes their deaths.

I've never felt so satisfied in my life.

As I sit on my perch, far away from the Elite's wandering eyes, I grin from ear to ear at my twisted, wretched actions. My whole life has been nothing but serving them, only to be treated like vermin. For many years I have wanted to do just this very thing to them: to make them feel the pain that my people have felt since Galderaé.

I watch them, and I wait.

They will burn. They will crumple. I will rein and punish them for everything they have done. For everything they have destroyed in there wake over many generations of the human race. Most importantly, the Elite will pay for ruining my life.

I am power. Cross me, and you will feel the burn of the electricity. Love me, and you'll feel something much worse.