Justice [Story Extracts - OOC welcome!]

[Dravus]

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“You are wrong - it is not I who is weak but you. How many must die to sate your bloated ego? How much innocent blood will be spilled for the sake of your amusement?”

 

Graeham stared off into the distance for a few moments and then let out a sigh that betrayed his weariness. When he looked back in the direction of the man in front of him a strange smile played upon his lips.

 

“I do not trust the law of this land to dish out the justice you deserve. How many have turned a blind eye to those you have tortured? How many encouraged you, I wonder, as you allowed those with Garlean blood to suffer based not on their actions but their heritage alone?”

 

Another sigh escaped Graeham’s lips and then the older hyur in front of him spat in his face. “For Ala Mhigo!” he yelled, his eyes glazed over with zeal as he aimed a hefty punch at Graeham’s clean shaven jaw.

 

The steel sword at the youth's side had already been unsheathed and sank into the Highlander’s exposed chest rather easily. “For justice…” Graeham replied, twisting the blade before pulling it back out from between two of the man’s ribs.

 

“If Ala Mhigo is to be reclaimed then I shall aid your people. Yet those of you who seek to blame every Garlean for the fate of your homeland are no better than rabid wolves. A threat to be eliminated.”

 

With that Graeham sighed and watched the light of life fade from the HIghlander’s eyes. The act had given him no pleasure but he could not allow his mission to be jeopardised. There would be peace between Garlemald and Eorzea…or he would die trying.

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