He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.

It is a long-cherished tradition among a certain type of military thinker that huge casualties are the main thing. If they are on the other side then this is a valuable bonus.

If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!

And never resist a perfect moment.

Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.

Sometimes you had to take a look at yourself and then look away.

-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself? -Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.