Corruption Rent: Day 6

Word Count: 36,002

Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Agathe sat in the wagon wishing she was further from the battling while Étienne, enraged at Jacinthe's death, near lead the charge of Le Ganéis and fought ceaselessly throughout the day killing all Le Suid soldiers he could reach until he was the last one left on the battlefield and was following Le Suides to their camp. Le Suides disarmed him and took him to the wagon while he shouted angrily at them. Finally he collapsed due to exhaustion and shortly thereafter fell asleep. Agathe observed him and redid the bandages on his hands.
Chapter 12:
Étienne woke up in the wagon and took off his full battle armour. After awhile Agathe woke up and told him how she and the other women — common women — had ended up immediately behind the lines of Le Suid. Étienne then told her how he'd been captured and, after dissolving into tears for a few moments, attempted to strangle the soldier bringing them their breakfast, but he was unsuccessful. Once breakfast had been eaten he threw each of the bowls out and knocked nine Le Suid soldiers unconscious and continued to wait for another one to try and strangle.

Excerpt of the Day:
"The vocal tone shot nervousness and terror through her. She had felt his rage, it was still fresh, still simmering under the surface, there was wildfire anger brooding in his eyes again, his face was hard and stony.
"Behind the mountains across the plain, behind the camp of Le Ganéis, lies the headwaters of le Rivière de Petit, and on those headwaters is the city of Premierpetit," he said, almost as if he were beginning to narrate a great tale, yet with the dark thunder of anger in the undertones.
Agathe was amazed. There was a city? Just beyond her? Within a hundred furlongs?
"The cowardly mongrels sent a a party there," he said through his teeth. "And set the city aflame."
She couldn't help but gasp. Innocent civilians! They'd endangered the lives of innocent civilians! What a horribly wretched thing to do!
"They ignited the southeastern corner and the eastern side of the city," he continued. "When we noticed the flames we as the second wave went to stop the fire, and only a small portion of the city was claimed."
His hands were clenched tightly into fists in spite of his bandages, his whole body looked to be trembling, the wildfire burned in his eyes, looking all the brighter because of the golden light of the sunrise. His jaw was hardened, his neck twitching, but yet it appeared that his eyes were growing moist, as if tears were coming into his eyes.
"One of the houses claimed," he said, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Was the house of my brother in law. The house in which my wife — my pregnant wife — had been living, so as to be near me as I battled."
Agathe already felt pain in her heart. She understood his opening statement. Her heart broke for this man in front of her. Especially because of his clarification that she had been with child.
"They killed her," he whispered. His face looked utterly savage, as if the look itself could slaughter an army, but those hovering tears still remained. Not falling. Just resting, waiting, and looking so awkward in his glowing, burning, raging eyes.
She put her fingers to her lips, she could feel a catch closing up her throat and tears coming to her own eyes. His breathing was coming quicker, more obvious, and less at rest.
"And so I intend to kill them," he continued to whisper. "All of them. There will not be one of them left. They will all lay on the ground in their blood as food for the wild animals."
Agathe covered her mouth further, reviled by the gory description. She saw tears coming to the threshold of his eyelids, ready to fall.
"I will kill them all!" he cried in a voice that sounded like a roar of rage, a battle cry, and a scream of agony."