Scourge peered out into the smoking ruin of Honshu's capital city. The air had been filled with smoke and ash, and the buildings and structures below were crumbling, not a single rooftop could be seen. The light flickers of weapons could be seen flailing across streets, and artillery shells arcing in the sky and falling down upon their prey, the Kusarian rebel forces, who were desperately, but slowly failing to stop the cardiforming of Honshu. Scourge's fighter had been hovering over the City Hall, waiting to make an attack dive over a bastion rebels, who had made a push over Honshu's city square.
For a moment, Scourge had admired their tenacity; the rebels who would not even flinch in the face of death to save the last vestiges of their home. Of course, Scourge felt no pity or remorse for his past, and imminent actions.
Scourge and two other Outcasts swooped down into a diving formation. Their claymore bombers screaming at the top of their lungs, targeted the City Hall in which the rebels strong point was. The three bombers locked on to the Hall, and what came next was 6 sunslayer torpedoes, bringing the joy of death.
Within a matter of seconds, the near thousand year-old City hall that stood as the pinnacle of Honshu came crashing down. With it, the image of Kusari had been lost in Honshu. All that stood in its place, was the inevitable future of the Outcasts.
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