Another chapter! This is the turning point ladies and gentlemen. The shit is on! Oh, and i finally introduce the superego. So yeah. Have fun reading, and i hope it doesn't suck!

Sabres require quick footwork, and decisive movements to be effective. When in a one on one, the duelist has approximately a 300 millisecond window of opportunity, but when outnumbered 4 to 1, it becomes much more difficult.

Antoine was completely surrounded. The only advantage he had was surprise. They didn't expect a crazy swordsman to drop out the sky. From his position in the middle, Ant had to quickly decide who to attack. He chose the legionnaire with their weapon ready. His first move was a quick downward slash, his blade made quick work of his enemy's flesh. The cloaked figure dropped their weapon and fell backward with a clank; a substantial part of their torso was missing.

"Wha-"The tallest D.E.L member took a step forward, raising their weapon. Antoine turned, he wasn't thinking, only acting. They put themselves in range. Ant grabbed their hood, and pulled them forward into his blade, it protruded out from their back. He yanked it out, and let his enemy fall to the ground. Blood covered Ant's uniform; his blade was harder to grip.

Without a sound, the leader of the small group took aim, but couldn't fire. The coyote had grabbed his only surviving comrade, and had them hostage. The look in the Lieutenants eyes frightened him. He spoke up. "Stop!" He dropped his gun.

Ant only grunted, the bloodlust limiting his mental capacities.

"Let her go!" The enemy was pleading, he lowered his hood. It was a blue bird, he had one robotic wing. He looked concerned. Ant was confused, he had always been taught that Legionnaires were evil creatures, but this one seemed, sincere in his concern. "Please!" Ant noticed the large ears, and it dawned on him, it was a female, rabbit, robian.

Like Bunnie….

"Why should I?"

He could feel her trembling. He wanted to let her go, but he couldn't.

"She's innocent, let her go, and we'll leave!"

"I-"

For a split second, Ant's sense of decency broke through; he was unaware of his previous actions. And he almost let her go. But those feelings subsided soon after.

BOOM

A large explosion, and some familiar screams, could be heard from where Antoine just was. He turned his head. 'Twan cried out. "XANDER!" His mind raced, what should he do? Were the Forrest Brothers ok? Was he all alone? How would he get out? What would he do with the Legionnaire? Then it all stopped. His head snapped back to face the two Legionnaires.

Those bastards did this.

"Je vais tu tues!"

His blade moved swiftly, unfortunately the D.E.L didn't roboticize jugulars. Ant let go of the quickly fading Rabbot, and dashed forward. The officer didn't move. Antoine was glad to hear the familiar sound of his blade slicing through metal. His sabre went right through, only stopped by the hilt. The bird's corpse was the last to fall. 'Twan looked around; the ground was soaked in a dark, crimson mixture. The oil and the blood mixed, and the scarlet mixture was beautiful.

Ant used to knock people out, or disarm them. Part of him expected them to get up, to dust themselves off, and run away, just like old times. But he knew they wouldn't.

So this is what it's like to kill people?

Yeah…

It's so…

Weird?

No. It's… satisfying. Permanent. Antoine teared up. Not out of regret, but because he finally realized something. This is who he was now, there was no going back.

He searched the bodies. They carried personal mementos. All of them had kids, even the young Rabbot. Ant felt nothing. Remorse was an unnecessary burden. After checking them for supplies and realizing they had no good loot, Ant made his way back to the others. He didn't expect to find much.

Antoine's prized sabre was drenched in blood and oil. The family heirloom had finally tasted blood, and it acquired an unquenchable thirst.

The familiar space where they whole ordeal had started had a different feel. He saw three bodies. They were completely blown apart. Ant reached down for his men's tags, but stopped. They were wearing cloaks! They weren't his men!

"Xander? Alex? Neal!" He called out, his sabre was still drawn, he had left his rifle behind.

"Over here!" He was glad to hear a familiar voice. Alex stood up and waved. Ant could see Xander, he wasn't on the landmine.

"But how?"

"Well, Xander was so scared by the three guys, he jumped right off of the landmine! He got some shrapnel in his leg, but he's fine. Them other folks got startled, and set off some mines themselves!" Alex filled him in. Antoine stepped out of the shadows, and made his way to the men.

At Antoine approached, the men saw the blood that covered him. Their joy turned to fear. "Oh god…" Neal spoke up.

"What?" Ant was oblivious. His blade was soaked, even the hilt was crimson. The emblems on his uniform were covered with oil and blood. He looked almost unreal, like the personification of terror. They were all staring at his uniform. 'Twan looked down, and realized what they were afraid of.

In one quick rush a slew of emotions hit him. Fear, terror, pleasure, pride, revulsion, rage, remorse, all of these rushed through his mind. He doubled over, the vomit tasted foul on the way out. His consciousness faded. His superego was emerging; his ego was praising him, their conflict taking place in his fragile psyche.

Well, it took you long enough, here to impose the "Morals"?

I would, but it would seem that it would be a useless effort.

Then what are you doing?

I've realized something. I've been deserted, back in the day, I was all we needed. We fought with honor, and pride.

Yeah, for those first few years, you did well. Even if it was wrong.

I tried to impose a sense of Honor and Duty!

He's still got it. It's just morphed, into something useful.

I know, that's why I'm giving up.

What?

It seems that our path, was not right. I see now what our true duty is.

Well, this is a surprise. But I have a question. I thought you hated killing people!

First, that's not a question, second of all, it was kinda fun.

So that means...

Yes, i give up, he's yours. I know when i'm not needed. I just hope you know what you're doing.And with that, the superego was consumed. There was nothing to confine the ego now.

Oooh. This is gunna be great!

With a remarkable clarity, Antoine's mind was focused. He got up. He looked at the men. It all made sense. His duty was clear.

"Sir?

"Yes, Private First Class Madsen?"

"Are you ok?"

"I'm much better now, thank you."

"What's the plan?" Alex was still scared.

"Is Ben alive?"

"Um, yeah" the mongoose answered.

"Good, I'll carry him, the rest of you, follow me, we're heading back to camp."

The squad looked unnervingly at each other. They did as they were told. Antoine seemed slightly different to them, and rightly so.

Any possible hint of remorse, or ethics, had just left him. His superego had conceded the match, and now his mind was 100% behind him. Ant grinned, it took a while, but it happened.

A weight was lifted off of his shoulders, the burden of Honor, shame and fear was gone.

Antoine Sheathed his sword, he was sad to put it away, but he knew it would get some use very soon.

OH SNAP, another crazy chapter. And some major gore! YEAH. i hope i don't have to change the rating. Oh well.