Final Assault

I held my arm, it had recently stopped bleeding, but soon the aftershock ripped through me, pushing through the scabbing, I held in a yell. I knew the Mutants would never expect an attack on their capital making it the only real choice. I snuck into the king's hut and slit his throat. I then went to the general's hobble and severed his head. Then I turned to his wife. Screams erupted from the beast as I thrust my sword into her chest. "please, please, spare us!" I looked into their eyes, I stood emotionless, I heard gunfire, Siroccan men. I swung my sword striking the elder sister, killing her instantly, I left the baby. "Titus, Titus, we have done it, the mutants are surrendering!" my friend, we called Three-Balls, yelled happily, I didn't share his glee. "Do not let them." I said coldly, my New Russian accent made it sound more like a yell. They nodded. Their quick hands made short work killing whatever mutants were gathered near us. "Titus, this isn't war this is madness!" I tugged at my armor, the Old Russian flag, and worn leather, shifted comfortably. "Was it madness when they invaded, sights set on massacre of Sirocco, or all of New Russia, or when I watched as my mother and sister were violated and I could do nothing, or when they were ripped limb from limb, or when I got my command because the chief of our warband was spineless and his cowardice cost my father's life, and injuries that will haunt me the rest of my life, and is it madness that my comrades share that same fate? No Three, this is redemption." I said pulling him close and whispering. He nodded. There were shots, and cuts, but somehow the work was done, we stacked what remained of the mutants' ammo, covered it in pitch, and lit it, we watched as what remained of Mutant civilization turned to ash and soot. "Sir, permission to open fire." I nodded. The ship roared with gunfire, the other ships joined in, soon the city was flattened. "Well now for nice Cration whores, and black liquor." a man yelled. "No, this may be a victory but not a drinking occasion," I said harshly grabbing the man, "If you or a loved one gave service then let this be a day of remembering and prayer." I said hypocritically.