The Greatest Weapon: Vindication

Chapter 3
Insight and Understanding

Hours later Terrador found himself in the exact same spot that he had stood earlier, the same people gathered before him once more. "I apologize for the complications that followed our earlier meeting; we had no indication that such an attack was coming, and I acted in the best way that I saw fit to prevent it. I am sorry that nothing more could have been done."

A clamor arose from the entire audience, each individual tried in vain to be heard above the others. Terrador shook his head incredulity at the predictability of the situation, no matter what happened or was being talked about this was going to happen directly following his first statements. Fortunately, this time there were no fights though.

Terrador decided that he had had enough of this and waved the crowd silent. "Now, I understand that since you were all here and witnessed this incident that you will have more than the usual amount of questions. I have accommodated this extra time by allowing one of the guardians closest friends to answer the access questions. Now, I'm sure that in most of the time between the episode and now you have spent trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Though I cannot say for sure, I believe that a citizen of Warfang had something against somebody in attendance of this meeting or against our beliefs entirely.

"As for the means of attack, I can tell you for certain that he employed a furry attack. We have a team acting upon it right now, trying to gather as much information as possible in hopes that we may understand."

A few wings came up from the crowd before him and a few murmurs went between the assemblage; they wouldn't be content to listen much longer so he pointed towards one of the wings.

"What was your means of stopping this attack? It appeared to work extremely well out of typical combat; would it work in a usual fight?"

Terrador smiled at the thought of typical combat, honorable and glorious. He had not experienced the likes of typical combat for ages.

"It would, yes. It is currently included in the training of the twentieth year earth students, its energy expenditure it too great to be of any use real use though."

He pointed to another raised appendage in the crowd.

"It would seem that there have been two different attacks of the same sort within the last two days, would it be possible for them to be connected?"

Terrador was taken aback by the question, and didn't quite know how to react. The more that he thought about it though the more likely it seemed. This could be something to look into further in accordance with the team of moles who were investigating the case. He felt like saying that it was possible, but something in his mind told him that he shouldn't give too much information into the situation. "Until the investigation of this new incident is complete I cannot jump to conclusions on this subject."

Spyro could feel that something abnormal had happened because the movement of people from one side of town to the other was imbalanced. The swiftly setting sun seemed to be chasing the people away from it. He could not understand why, but he had a few ideas. Most of which only made himself further regret ever doing what he had done to Cynder and Beacon. He could have just let it go and acted like he hadn't seen anything. He could have just as easily walked down to the level below and forgot ever seeing it, but something had made him retaliate on the both of them without a second thought.

Sure he had been high on adrenaline and testosterone was thick in his blood after the fight, but nothing could have ever lead him to destroy Cynder now, could it?

Terrador sat down at his seat in the new dragon temple with a sigh. "So how'd it go?" Cyril asked him.

"Well, you could say that I had some interesting questions to say the least."

"Like what kind of debauchery was unleashed upon you during your formal address to the great public? After what you had done for them they should not have the right to ask questions anymore as the essence of their lives they can thank upon you!"

"Volteer, you know that they still have that right."

"Maybe, but perhaps they shouldn't use it as much either, so as soon as our lips go astray they will be right there begging for us to be replaced with some insubordinate youth that doesn't have a clue what he is doing."

"Now you know that they wouldn't replace us unless we really screwed up. After all we had aide-" he stopped, realizing that the reasoning for his statements was off track. With Spyro being held imprisoned after recent events it was more likely that they would want to replace them.

"You see, the reasons we once held to keep us around now pushes for us to be turned out of our position." Cyril explained, revealing his position on the matter.

"I just realized that" Terrador replied grimly. Silence went over the scene as they all recollected what had just been said and tried to find a solution.

Cyril finally spoke-up. "Well, I guess we had better find out who will judge Spyro's trial first before we do anything."

The Greatest Weapon sat just outside of the city walls watching as all of the events that it had planned come together. In the minds of many now, there needed to be change within Warfang. The old guardians needed replaced due to their close relations to the purple dragon. His original plan had Spyro leading a revolt against the guardians, but that now wasn't going to happen, the more gruesome route would have to be taken. Not like that bothered the Greatest Weapon though.

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Thanks,
Cornys

(Text Repaired: 5-7-10)