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If the cries of the fallen had been, to him, more akin to Meshindi's current state of belligerency, Gepeto might have stilled his hand before the violence could overcome him. He might have considered the plea of his brother, and the seen the blindness of Kondo's wrath, or what was thought to be blind wrath, and perhaps followed in the steps of his counterpart; wailing for the end of such pointless destruction, wailing for the lives lost, and wailing for the life to be taken. But...

This was the third day.

The day of reckoning for the boys who would become men. For the reavers reborn out of a useless hunter and a poor fighter. As Meshindi went on, the brown lion found himself leering, not at Kondo, who by all rights deserved to be leered at, but his own symbolic kin. For again the thought came to the male who stood over a pool of blood, soaked with sin straight down to his soul, that this would never have come to pass if it weren't for him.

'He's just some rogue!'

'It's only -- He's only a --'

The voice of his better self was drowned out by the ringing of Gepeto's ears. What felt like minutes of the deafening cascade were merely seconds spent with sharp breaths, growing sharper, and the pounding of his heart; the very drums of war. He was numbed as soon as the charge given by Kondo was dismissed by his son, clawing at the ground like the readying of a bull. Still the gears of assault turned within the large, brown feline with enough adrenaline to down an elephant. Perhaps the lust for blood had always been within him.

Or... perhaps...

'I will kill him. Do you understand? I will kill him right here...

Take care of this...

NOW'

Gepeto no longer stood as stiff as stone but moved his mass forward in a hulking step, an instant reaction to his given command.

Kondo's influences had been great on both males. While their actions according to it varied, it was none the less present in each who stood before their captain. For Meshindi, most of it had to do with blood... and for Gepeto?

It had everything to do with blood.

With canines fully exposed the lion made straight for the eyes, determined to rid them of their expression. The skull would soon crack in his jaws before it could spare them a final, fleeting glance.

This was the third day...