This Means War [Complete]
WHO: Lelouch Lamperouge and whoever wants to join
WHAT: It's time to face the music Godking
WHERE: THE JUNGLE! RAWR!
WHEN: Day 162
"SO IT'S TIME TO TAKE SOME ACTION, BOYS, IT'S TIME TO FOLLOW ME~!"
Fifteen minutes. That was all Lelouch was giving any of them. Military, allies, enemies, even. There was simply no time. He would do this on his own, if he had to, but from the sound of things, he'd at least have Max's help. Perhaps he was being rash. Perhaps he was being-- dare he consider it-- idiotic. But, at the moment, he didn't particularly care. He had been betrayed, and his enemy had left himself wide open for a check. Whether it was a pawn, a knight, a bishop, or a rook that put him there, it didn't matter. He would make Zikhadhara pay for what he had done, or he would die trying. He would not let the Jungle Tyrant take more from him.
Perhaps they could not kill him. But it was high time to find out what they could do. Cut off his head. Dissect him. Tear him to pieces and scatter them to the four winds. How long would it take him to regenerate? Days? Weeks? Months? But he would not kill him. No, not at first. He would first make the so-called "Godking" suffer. Suffer, as Lelouch had suffered. And the young man would enjoy every second of it.
But until the fifteen minutes had passed, he would wait, impatiently, making sure his gun was loaded, his blade clean and sharp, and his mind keen.
WHAT: It's time to face the music Godking
WHERE: THE JUNGLE! RAWR!
WHEN: Day 162
"SO IT'S TIME TO TAKE SOME ACTION, BOYS, IT'S TIME TO FOLLOW ME~!"
Fifteen minutes. That was all Lelouch was giving any of them. Military, allies, enemies, even. There was simply no time. He would do this on his own, if he had to, but from the sound of things, he'd at least have Max's help. Perhaps he was being rash. Perhaps he was being-- dare he consider it-- idiotic. But, at the moment, he didn't particularly care. He had been betrayed, and his enemy had left himself wide open for a check. Whether it was a pawn, a knight, a bishop, or a rook that put him there, it didn't matter. He would make Zikhadhara pay for what he had done, or he would die trying. He would not let the Jungle Tyrant take more from him.
Perhaps they could not kill him. But it was high time to find out what they could do. Cut off his head. Dissect him. Tear him to pieces and scatter them to the four winds. How long would it take him to regenerate? Days? Weeks? Months? But he would not kill him. No, not at first. He would first make the so-called "Godking" suffer. Suffer, as Lelouch had suffered. And the young man would enjoy every second of it.
But until the fifteen minutes had passed, he would wait, impatiently, making sure his gun was loaded, his blade clean and sharp, and his mind keen.