Russell cuts him off. Again. "...Authority will never recognize Its own irrelevancy? That's where you and I differ, Magister. I truly believe they will, and soon."
If he has anything to say in the matter. The charade has been fun, occasionally, but it is starting to annoy him. All if it.
He holds the tip of The Magister's cane to his nose and sniffs it, saying, "Andalusia, the Iberian Peninsula. Mm - late 9th century," and then he continues in exalted Spanish, French "Ay, , que lastima!", this time cutting himself off with an "Well, whatever." Sounding bored.
Behind them, Eric is tensing up. He doesn't like that Edgington is shifting this quickly between his moods.
Russell is still talking. Getting himself worked up again. "It's a long enough time for you to have outgrown your blind allegiance to the authority and their rule of law.There is only one law: The law of nature, the survival of the fittest. And we need to take this world back from the humans, not placate them with billboards and PR campaigns while they destroy it."
His voice has grown loud. His eyes are lit with passion. "That is not authority! That is abdicating authority!"
This is not good.
"Your Majesty," Eric says. "Shall we?"
He wants him out of here.
"We shall," Russell says, turning away from The Magister. And then he pauses.
"Actually, no."
Everything stops.
"Say hello to the true death," he says and with that he turns, swinging his arm.
The Magister's head is cut clean from his neck and tumbles in a neat arch through the air, exploding in bloody goo on impact as it hits the floor.
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If he has anything to say in the matter. The charade has been fun, occasionally, but it is starting to annoy him. All if it.
He holds the tip of The Magister's cane to his nose and sniffs it, saying, "Andalusia, the Iberian Peninsula. Mm - late 9th century," and then he continues in exalted Spanish, French "Ay, , que lastima!", this time cutting himself off with an "Well, whatever." Sounding bored.
Behind them, Eric is tensing up.
He doesn't like that Edgington is shifting this quickly between his moods.
Russell is still talking. Getting himself worked up again. "It's a long enough time for you to have outgrown your blind allegiance to the authority and their rule of law.There is only one law: The law of nature, the survival of the fittest. And we need to take this world back from the humans, not placate them with billboards and PR campaigns while they destroy it."
His voice has grown loud. His eyes are lit with passion.
"That is not authority! That is abdicating authority!"
This is not good.
"Your Majesty," Eric says. "Shall we?"
He wants him out of here.
"We shall," Russell says, turning away from The Magister.
And then he pauses.
"Actually, no."
Everything stops.
"Say hello to the true death," he says and with that he turns, swinging his arm.
The Magister's head is cut clean from his neck and tumbles in a neat arch through the air, exploding in bloody goo on impact as it hits the floor.