The darkness was where Tiberius ought to have had the advantage, with that chaos that Pandora so governed. But Blackwell led them there willingly, and he did so with a broad grin on his face, fearless and entirely mad.
Each of them found themselves there, trapped in that blackness, surrounded by men. General Blackwell found his anger quickly. That monstrous Black rage. He raged like a bear surrounded by dogs. He tore them apart, from shoulder to hip, with that glaive of his. He was a whirlwind by himself. Within a short few moments, ten men lay dead around him, hardly a shred of resistance there, with another Second Boundary man amongst them. He seemed a different creature entirely.
