Sergant Mark Sanders PRT
PBS the Endbringer war 2006 May 7th
"The miracle of New Orleans, I can't decide if it was a good day, or a bad one. The bad five was over a year where we had 16 endbringer attacks. There were now 15 of the SOB's and well we were scared, we were all scared."
He takes out a small flask and stares at it.
"Touho, and Bohu, two Endbringers, they fought as a team, we had Woody thank god, but we didn't know if he was going to walk out of that one. People came together, yankee, southerner, black, white, folks from around the world, it didn't matter, we were all there to kill those damned fools."
An opening of the flask.
"It went bad, Bohu was huge and was manhandling Woody, and every time it seemed like Woody was about to change things around, Touhu came in. It was a nightmare of destruction and even with Woody's monsters tanking traps like a champ we still lost people."
A pause.
"Eidolon was probably the strongest cape on the planet, you know next to Scion and Woody, but he had never killed an Endbringer. So at one point Woody is getting double teamed, and Eidolon falls, he's falling to the ground like he can't fly no more, Woody just springs out an entire forest and keeps the other two Endbringers from moving. They're hitting him hurting him but he's keeping them in place."
He takes a sip.
"Touhu couldn't teleport out of that, move out of the way and whatever Eidolon did well it worked, Endbringer down. First time a Human killed one, Legend keeps Eidolon from splattering on the ground. Bohu gets pissed and takes Woody to the ground. He's punching him, just beating him, it was ugly, but Woody well he was a crafty one. While he's getting punched out, his plants are growing big glowing sunflowers. It was beautiful in a way, and then Bohu screams as those flowers rip open his back exposing his glowing core."
He takes a sip and smiles.
"The order came through, every Blaster, every missile, every bit of artillery? Use it, use it now, people been saying for years that hell would come to the Big Easy, and you know what, it came. When were finished, the smoke clears and we get the news. Endbringer down. Old Woody looks worse for wear of course, but he gets that corpse off of him and concentrates on fixing us up."
He puts the cap back on the flask.
"That was one of the great things bout him, he might be hurting like hell but he made time to fix us all up. Good man, shame all of his brothers and sisters were little shits."
He puts the flask away.
"Of course after that people had a party, it was New Orleans, went out drinking and things got wild. Woody just concentrated on healing people, it had to be rough you know killing your own kin but he didn't say anything, didn't try to stop us. I asked him about that once."
A sad look on his face.
"People have the right to celebrate the death of their oppressors, he wasn't being all boisterous, just you know understanding. His folk went around causing trouble, and when you go around causing trouble you can't get upset when it comes for you, right? Don't want to be treated like an ass, don't be an ass."
He leaned back.
"Other side is true too, at some point old Woody stopped being this terrifying monster and became our friend, can't quite put my finger on when it happened, but it happened all the same. People are people and putting on air's ain't going to change that."