“This is who we are,” said the man in the bandana, who stood next to him on the grassy hill. “And this, fellow paladin, is what we do. Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Williams watched as the steeples of a church burned and collapsed, then focused on a woman carrying a child from the wreckage.
The stranger continued: “Don’t look to us for the method of c*****e—fire is of the Other’s design. We only use it as a means to an end. But watch now as I show you what will happen when we descend upon your Barley—and what mercy to expect from us when we finally do. And tell me if it would not be better to simply turn around now, while you still can, and ignore the Call completely.”
Williams squinted through the smoke as a motorcycle burst into view and bore down upon the woman, its headlight creating a halo
