In the Name of Pride
It was that time of year where summer’s warmth ebbed, replaced by dark clouds and chilling air. It was because of this gloom and cold that made Autumn one of Flame’s least favorite seasons. It meant that his core had to work harder to keep himself warm, he had to consume more oil, and his bills rose to keep up with the demand his system needed. However, as much as Flame blamed financial woes for his dislike of the season, there was a deeper fear lying underneath the practicality. The cold Fall wind that swept through the cottages seemed like a warning of things to come. The fiery leaves that fell, one by one, herald the coming of Winter and its partner, Death.
It was the reminder of death that made Flame despise Autumn. The deaths that he had caused, the death that had befallen the one he loved; but as his shoes crunched through the piles of bronze leaves, he reminded himself that the last death, Knight’s, would now be avenged. He had his doubts earlier, regretting that he showed fear to Tengu in their exchange. It was true that wind was a weakness of his and hitting a fast flying enemy will prove to be difficult. But Flame felt that to ignore the demon any longer would be humiliating to both Tournament bots. And although Flame did not want to admit it, not even to himself, Tengu reawakened a long dormant hatred that had not been felt in years.
Leaves soon lead to dirt and then grass as Flame walked on to the fields, long abandoned by their bankrupt owners. The air was still, quelling the burning fire that lingered in Flame’s chest. It would not be calm for long however; something or rather someone was needed to fan the passionate flames of wrath once more.
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