They kept coming, one after another. I kept mowing them down. They had taken everything from me. No rage, or tears, my body moving without conscious thought. Only an absolute certainty that every single one of them was about to die.
One after another.
All the training. All the discipline, and I couldn't save them.
One after another.
I don't remember specifics, not until the last one fell. My throat erupted a roar, a gnarling crowing primal scream. Everything. Everything. I've lost everything.