Antioch: Step Twenty-NineScorpion War: Pt. 3

Sorry 'bout that, cap,” shouted Haarp, for a battlefield is a deafening scene. He saluted Zepp as they clambered one another to their tangled feet. He stood with eyes darting from Zepp to the Scorpion and back. He was waiting for something; to make sure his captain was okay; to be pardoned and released back into battle. A smile of excitement streaked his bright face. He was a bouncy figure, and hopped quietly from one foot to another, waiting for the word.

“It's alright,” Zepp finally said, “go... umm... yeah, go on about your... umm...”

The hyper soldier nodded affirmation and saluted again. All he needed was the go and he was off to work. His spear had landed nearby, and he spotted a twig as well, and he took up both of these, one in each hand, as he charged forward. He'd been thrown from the Devil's head and there he goes, right back to it! Bravery or insanity, they are both uncanny forces. And with either one, maybe a bit of both, he ran straight for his enemy once more with as much speed and fervor as before, and now with two spears instead of one.