Kro ignored them and didn't bother finishing off the students who were already down.
He just stood there, dragging his enormous scrap-metal War Axe, his hollow eye sockets sweeping over everyone present.
"Do you... know?"
His voice grew increasingly fluid, carrying a deep-seated hatred that was etched into his very bones.
"Once, I too was a loyal soldier of the Emperor, a heavy weapons operator in a Cadian shock troop regiment. I bled for the Empire! I lost a leg for it! But in the end? What did they give me? A cheap medal and a disability discharge paper. Then, they tossed me aside like garbage onto this godforsaken, sunless planet to become a damned miner!"
He pointed his enormous War Axe at the mutated corpses they had cut down.
