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(piano plays riff)

WOMAN (over P.A.):

In the bleak winter of 1777,

the Continental Army

faced their breaking point.

One man saved them,

inspired them to fight on.

My good and loyal officers

and soldiers,

these truly are

the times that...

that...

(quietly): That try

men's and women's souls.

(whispers):

Thanks.

These are the times that try

men's and women's souls.

Your fortitude

in these conditions is proof

you possess the strength

to contend for

the independence

of this nation.

CRANE:

Yes!

Yes, indeed!

(clapping)

Huzzah! Very well said

and said very well!

Crane, we are not even

a minute in.

Not that your enthusiasm

isn't appreciated

by the cutest

of colonial militia.

Let us march to stay warm

and keep up morale.

(piano playing)

(whispers): One...

(piano playing "Yankee Doodle")

Not historically

accurate enough for you?

Well, the choreography

is so stiff and stolid,

it's practically a minuet.

These are enlisted

men; it should be

a rowdy spree.

No one else

seems to mind.

CRANE: They're more interested

in posterity than the present.

'Tis a shame.

Theater is to be

relished in the moment.

To think the travails of

Valley Forge would be honored

centuries later on

the boards by these...

(loudly):

brave young souls.

Shh!

God's blood, man.

This is a theater,

not a morgue!

WOMAN:

Sit down.

Bravo!

Brava! And bravi!

WOMAN:

Sir...

Hi! Oh, my gosh!

So, did you guys like it?

Now, you, Miss Molly,

are a natural-born actor.

But your dancing,

though enthusiastic,

lacking a little precision...

Okay, you made us

so proud up here.

(giggles)

Did you ask her yet?

Uh, yeah, well, Mom,

Kendra is having a sleepover for

all of the girls in the cast,

and if you'd rather I go home

with you, I'd really like to...

No, no, it's not a school night.

Go crazy.

Oh.

I'm so proud.

Things seem very well

between you two.

You mean compared to her

imaginary friend coming to life

and trying to kill me?

I'm trying to let

go a little bit.

It's not so easy

with a madman on the loose.

All the more reason

to savor these moments of joy.

Theater.

You sure you weren't an actor?

Well, not unless you include

John of Gaunt in the bath.

This royal throne of kings,

this scepter'd isle,

this earth of majesty,

this seat of Mars,

this...

(phone beeps)

Ah.

Agent Thoma...? Agent Thomas?

Seems our search for Dreyfuss

is nearing a conclusion.

Something amiss?

You ever get

that feeling like...

someone just

walked over your grave?

In my case, that may have

actually happened.

Twice.

JOBE:

It's nice to see you

back in touch with

your sartorial senses.

Coming from you, that is

high praise indeed, my friend.

I did let things go

a little, didn't I?

Guess I just needed

to get a few things

out of my system.

Have you checked in

on our houseguests recently?

The Avatars of Pestilence and

Famine are resting comfortably.

Any progress on a way

to heal the Horseman of Death?

I'm working on it, Malcolm.

Good, good, good.

And the last horseman?

I'm attending to the acquisition

of the Rider of War's totem

personally.

The Turricula Ignis will be

in your possession soon.

I must confess, Jobe,

I am feeling...

celebratory.

How about a quick

constitutional

and a fine, upstanding

cut of beef, hmm?

There's a place

within striking distance

said to have the best aged

porterhouse in three states.

Bury the lede,

why don't you, Jobe?

Anything for you,

Malcolm.

Shall we?

CRANE:

A window into Dreyfuss' world.

Excellent work.

It's no big deal.

We just cloned

his assistant's cell phone

and then cracked

the sharing protocols

between it

and his personal laptop,

which gave us access

to his webcam.

Can this tell

us where he is?

Eventually.

Right now, he's mirroring his IP

address through seven countries,

but I'm trying to isolate it.

Dreyfuss isn't

acting like someone

looking to burn the

world to a cinder.

Maybe he's got

other plans.

In many traditions,

Norse myth, Hindu

spiritualism,

an apocalypse is a time

of transformation.

Now there's an

interesting hypothesis.

The Horsemen summoned

not to end the world,

but to forge it

into something new.

The symbol

he's been painting...

may support that theory.

Now, I know I've

got it over here.

I know I do.

(squeaking)

Yes.

JENNY:

You've seen that symbol before?

I may not have an eidetic memory

like my man Crane, but I do know

my glyphs, runes

and symbols.

See, I've been brushing up on my

knowledge of occult societies.

This occult order,

they originated the symbol.

An order known as

the "Arma Mutata."

Yes.

In the early 16th century, there

was strife in the Masonic order.

One faction splintered off...

...and ventured down

a far darker path.

They called themselves

Arma Mutata.

Now, rather than seeking

a greater understanding

of the world,

like the Masons proper,

the Arma Mutata sought to change

the world for the better.

Sounds like fanatics.

"Fanatic" is

too kind a term.

The Arma Mutata believed

the instruments

for this great change

were the Four Horsemen

of the Apocalypse.

They sought to raise them

by bonding them

to human hosts.

But in order to do so,

they required powerful,

supernatural artifacts.

JAKE:

Yes.

Uh, Dreyfuss used scales

charged by the hunger demon

and a scroll charged

by that djinn...

To raise the Horsemen

of Pestilence and Famine.

JENNY:

The Headless Horseman

already has one of

these totems, right?

That ax of his.

So what about the

Horseman of War?

Dreyfuss is gonna have to find

and charge that totem next.

Here.

Uh, "The great totem

"used to summon

the Rider of War is named

Turricula Ignis."

Weapon of fire.

Indeed.

Here. "The Arma Mutata

believed it to be hidden

somewhere in America

during the Revolutionary War."

(alarm beeping)

That's the proximity alarm.

DIANA:

Right there.

She's stolen a tome.

(static crackles)

I'm going after her.

(walkie-talkie chirps)

No sign of our thief

in the east tunnels.

CRANE:

Understood.

I shall meet you

at the next juncture.

JENNY:

Cute.

And takes some burly

core strength.

Give back what you took.

Come and get it.

(grunting)

(choking)

(groaning)

♪ ♪

It was like she knew my

moves before I made them.

But you didn't

recognize her?

No. But she did have that

same Arma Mutata symbol

tattooed on her arm.

DIANA: So, she's working

with or for Dreyfuss.

She stole that book

to bring to him.

JENNY:

So, which book was it?

It might offer us a clue

as to where

the Totem of War is hidden.

I just went through

the Secret Histories. Uh...

The only book I see

that's unaccounted for

is from 1780,

one of the very first.

That volume contained

bills of lading, shipping logs,

uh, construction

and surveying tables mostly.

But there was a sort

of vague account

of a courier mission

ordered by Washington

down to Maryland

in the fall of that year.

In 1780?

Uh-huh.

How many couriers?

What were they delivering?

Um... give me a minute.

Uh... not eidetic,

lots of mnemonic.

Mm. Two.

Two couriers.

They were beset

by British troops,

and the farmstead they had taken

shelter in was set on fire.

Forcing a retreat,

but not the mission's failure.

Was there a part of the war

you weren't a part of?

The Treaty of Paris.

And most of the

naval engagements.

My sea legs are

a trifle shaky.

This mission...

what were you sent to courier?

A wooden box.

The contents of which were privy

only to my companion,

none other than

Benjamin Banneker.

Ben Banneker?

So this was

after you delivered

that letter from Washington,

tried to recruit him

to Washington's cause...

But before he'd agreed to become

one of Washington's men.

We traveled together

far beyond enemy lines.

BANNEKER:

Does our good fortune

continue to hold, Mr. Crane?

For now.

No sign of patrols.

Are you certain the

parcel is secure?

It is safe,

below the farmstead

in a cache of my own design.

Very good.

Whatever it is

must be valuable indeed

for you to deliver it

personally.

Curious, are we?

As only a man who's risked

his skin for days can be.

All I can tell you is that

which we have now safeguarded

could be used to spark

a conflict beyond all others.

As to why we are here,

aside from

present company,

I do not trust

our founders with it

any more than those whose

tyranny they seek to shrug off.

You know I share your concerns

with regards to how social

issues will be handled, Ben.

But the beauty of democracy is

that all voices will be heard.

In a perfect world, yes.

But the one we live in

is far from that.

Change is gradual, Ben.

'Tis like a

garden growing

and blossoming.

Belief in a noble cause:

that is the water

we use to tend to it.

And 'tis my belief

that the garden of our future

will be bright and verdant.

You have a way with words,

Mr. Crane.

Thank you.

Have you ever spent time

on the boards?

As an actor?

Good grief, no. (laughs)

No, mercifully,

war took me from London

and spared the audiences

that ignominy.

(window shatters)

Go! Go!

(men shouting in distance)

(horses neighing)

(shouting continues)

MAN:

Both of them!

CRANE:

Benjamin, I'm so sorry.

Perhaps it's for the best.

The burnt wreckage will

better hide the cache below

and its contents.

Your life's work is inside.

Paper.

They're drawings, objects.

A man carries his genes

in his heart and mind...

along with a growing faith

in the garden of noble causes

you and your fellows

seek to engender.

(men continue shouting)

(horse neighing)

Banneker believed

that which we safeguarded

could be used to spark

a conflict beyond all others.

So it stands to reason...

it could be the Totem of War.

We're not that far

from where that barn used to be.

We need to get to it

before Dreyfuss' agent can.

I'm gonna hang back here.

If Alex, Jake and I

put our heads together,

we might be able

to beat Dreyfuss' encryption

and find out where he is.

Very good.

Godspeed, all.

♪ ♪

This can't be possible.

You said it burned down.

Well, it did.

Right before my eyes.

MAN:

The mint-glazed

marrow reduction--

my God, it was

just so tasty.

They source it from

an organic whey-fed pork farm

in the Hudson Valley.

So delicious.

We've died and gone to Brooklyn.

Welcome to Kestrel & Freia.

Yes. This... structure,

how long has it been here?

The original house and barn

burned in the 1780s.

My partner Ruby and I

rebuilt it exactly as it was,

by hand, in 2012.

So this is a restaurant?

It's a communal table.

Do you have a reservation?

Alas, no.

We were hoping to take a

turn around the property.

Mm, sorry.

This is actually our home

as well as our business.

But you can look

at the Web site.

I'm a DHS agent.

Are you? Michelle Obama and her

family just ate here last week.

Right. Well, in that case,

a reservation for two.

Our next available booking

is six weeks out.

I'm so psyched

you're on board, Mills.

I'm still running point, yes?

Yeah. It's all you.

Just shoot us a list of names

to approve,

and we'll start hiring

the rest of your team.

Okay, well,

when is the drop dead?

I've got a few loose ends

here in D.C. to wrap up.

Yeah, it's a few weeks at most.

You're our top choice.

But don't think

there isn't a long list

of people that are willing

to pay us to do this job.

(computer beeps)

Jackpot!

Or... close enough

to yell "jackpot"

without it being a total

and complete jackpot yet.

Jackpot adjacent

works for me.

I was able to break through

enough of Dreyfuss' encryption

to get a general area

between a handful of cell towers

out in the middle of the woods

in Maryland.

Okay, all right, so... do we

think this is where Dreyfuss

is holding totems

and/or Horsemen?

Only one way

to find out.

That's right.

DIANA: Let's hope that hostess

doesn't catch us sneaking in.

I've met demons that

were easier to get past.

Indeed. I've never known anyone

guard a reservation book

with such intensity.

Preposterous.

Well, now...

Banneker's farmstead may have

been rebuilt identically,

but this has certainly

been modernized.

Still, I should be able

to locate his cache.

I don't have time for this.

Hand over the box. Now.

Both of you,

you need to get out of here.

Please.

JOBE:

Ah.

The gang's all here.

(chuckles)

(grunting)

(sighs)

You're wasting your time

trying to run away from me.

(panting)

I have all the time

in the world.

It's yours that is running out.

An Atlantean Chronos crystal.

Tempus Duratus...

(yells)

(explosive boom)

She's out but she's okay.

CRANE:

This is it.

Banneker's

hidden treasure.

The Totem of War.

It's ours.

CRANE: Whoever she is,

she's formidable.

To get the better

of Miss Jenny

is remarkable, but

to then dispatch

of the demon Jobe...

Pretty solid proof

she and Dreyfuss

are not on the same team.

And yet she

bears his mark.

Unless...

there is a remnant

of Arma Mutata

still in existence...

and she's a part of it.

DIANA: I recognize her face

from somewhere.

Probably a watch list.

How we doing

on the Turricula Ignis?

It is remarkable.

The Arma Mutata

believed it was cast

on the same anvil

used by Ares

to forge his armor.

It is said

that the ironwork contains

shards of legendary blades:

Asi...

Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi...

Excalibur.

If she is Arma Mutata,

does she want it for the

same reason as Dreyfuss?

To raise the Horseman of War?

(switch clicks)

You know what this weapon is,

do you not?

(over speaker): Do you know

what it's meant to do?

I know that

if you don't let me go,

something terrible will happen.

JENNY: Dreyfuss has got

security patrols

all over the area.

Mm.

Okay, what's our next move?

I'm not always gonna be

around to call the shots.

What would you do in this

situation without me?

Jenny, we wouldn't be

in this situation without you.

Come on. A game plan.

Let's call it

a teachable moment.

Okay. Well...

we don't know for sure

that that's

Dreyfuss' place down there,

so more recon's in order.

Yeah. Until we get

a better lay of the land

and who and how many

are we up against.

Great suggestions.

Let's try it.

Split up and sweep.

You two take that way.

I'll go that way.

We'll meet back up here in 30.

Okay.

Okay.

The Turricula Ignis;

why rob from us?

Why track it down?

What do you want it for?

It's not safe here,

you understand?

They could be here

at any moment.

DIANA:

This is a DHS safe house.

No one even knows we're here.

Not the DHS, the demon.

And his master.

Malcolm Dreyfuss

and Jobe.

Dreyfuss won't rest until

he's got his hands on the gun.

Until he's used it.

What happens

when he does?

You know.

You have to know.

That gun, when you fire it,

it raises the Horseman of War.

I am doing this to help you.

And him.

How about a name?

I'm Diana.

Agent Diana Thomas.

My friend in the other room

is Ichabod Crane.

And you?

It's Lara.

Lara.

That is a start.

You seem to know a lot about

Malcolm Dreyfuss and his plans.

(door opens)

CRANE: Indeed.

And you have magic

at your fingertips.

An enchanted crystal

to dispose of a demon.

It didn't destroy him.

It just detained him.

Nudged him outside

of time for a bit.

Time manipulation.

That is powerful magic.

That comes at a great risk.

To be used

only as a last resort.

The spell

is only temporary.

Jobe will be back

on the grid,

and he knows I got

my hands on the gun.

He'll find us.

When Dreyfuss

fires that gun,

your world will fall to pieces.

We need to destroy

the gun.

Because if we don't,

it will be a disaster

like no other.

Ball is in your court,

and the clock is ticking.

(crickets chirping)

Is it just me

or was it weird

what Jenny was saying about

not always being around?

Look, it's her life.

She makes her own choices.

Besides, it's not even like

you're gonna notice she's gone

now that your life

is all Missy-centric.

Okay, sometimes I feel like

you aren't that into Missy.

Now, I'd really like

for my best friend

and my girlfriend

to get along.

So she's officially

your girlfriend now, huh?

(shushing)

(muffled):

What?

Look.

What are those, coffins?

Four coffins.

Yeah, and we know four

is not a good number.

Four totems.

Four riders.

ALEX: This must be

where Pestilence and Famine

lay their heads.

The Headless

Horseman's ax.

If he's not in there,

is he out here?

JOBE:

Or arriving

fashionably late.

Sorry to crash

the party.

Mm.

Yeah, we were just leaving.

No, please,

uninvited

but not unwanted guests.

Mr. Dreyfuss

has some questions

about the current whereabouts

of a very powerful

and ancient firearm.

And you...

(demonic voice):

are gonna tell us where it is.

A couple of babes in the woods.

Ooh, ooh, not unlike

one of those, uh, uh,

Grimm fairy tales, right, Jobe?

Those don't end well, Malcolm.

DREYFUSS: There's usually

someone that ends up getting

burned or eaten

or chopped up into tiny morsels

and scattered

to the winds, right?

If you're trying to scare us,

the rest of our team

will be here any minute.

Mr. Wells.

It is Jake Wells, right?

And... Alex.

Ms. Norwood.

The only two employees

of the Vault, if memory serves.

Yeah, now, the other members

of your so-called team,

Crane, Thomas

and Mills, yeah...

(sighs)

...I'm so, so sorry

to break it to you,

but I'm afraid

they're out of their league.

You knew we tapped your feed.

That's right. That's right.

Hacking my assistant's... phone.

That was, uh, clever,

to a degree, I guess, right?

I'm an Internet billionaire.

So think Big Brother.

Think eye in the sky.

You don't hack me.

I hack...

Still, I-I...

I don't quite know everything.

I still don't quite know

precisely where Ichabod Crane

has taken my gun.

Would you care

to tell me where

he has taken my...

DIANA:

Okay, we've trusted you.

Now you trust us.

What do you know about this gun

and how do we destroy it?

In order to dispose

of a charged totem

with the Turricula Ignis'

level of power,

we need to take it

to a nexus of primal energy.

I recall a mention

of a primal nexus

in the Compendium

of Masonic History.

'Tis a location rich

in powerful ley lines.

DIANA: Everything comes back

to ley lines and blood moons.

Or glamour, if you're

dealing with witches.

Just saying.

No, you're right.

Only a nexus point

where the ley lines cross

is a safe place to destroy it.

And there's one here, so...

We don't know where Crane is.

And if we did,

we wouldn't tell you.

(shouts)

No!

Stop!

Don't! Don't!

(coughing)

Jake.

No, no!

Please stop!

(Jobe shouts, neck cracks)

(panting)

(crying):

Alex.

(snaps fingers)

(gasps)

(shudders):

Wait...

What did you do to him?!

Would you...

care to experience that again,

Mr. Wells?

Oh, but this time...

for real?

Just don't... No.

Please don't, okay?

We're barking

up the wrong tree, Malcolm.

She's the one

we need to concentrate on.

Her feelings for him

are closer to the surface, so...

Go to hell.

...new.

Stop!

Don't! No! Stop.

I'll tell you what I know.

I will tell you what I know.

Okay?

You back him off!

I'll tell you what I know.

Just, please,

don't hurt her.

Go on.

I don't know where Crane is,

but I do know

where he got his information.

He had a reference book

on the history

of the Arma Mutata

and the Turricula Ignis.

The nexus is

located here.

So we're gonna have to

move this stuff right here.

Okay.

Understood.

Okay.

The way you speak

of Dreyfuss' behavior...

...it's as if

you've experienced it firsthand.

I have.

I've seen it up close.

He's never cruel to me.

That's the crazy part.

I grew up without my mother,

and for the longest time,

uh, Dreyfuss was the only person

that I could count on.

Uh, I came to rely on him.

I know better than anybody

what he wants to achieve.

I'm sorry.

No, no, don't, don't!

(lock clicks)

Dreyfuss wants to unravel

the country, the world.

He wants to destroy democracy

and replace it

with tyranny.

And the most

horrible thing

is that he knows

he's going to win.

And I can't let that happen.

This is the way

things have to be.

No, Lara.

Lara, just open the door!

A double cross.

Lara lives here.

If that's even her real name.

Hmm.

Enchanted crystals.

Whoever she is,

she has a clear understanding

of the supernatural.

That would make sense

if Dreyfuss is her mentor.

Wonder what he did

to sour that relationship.

With a blaggard of that

sort, I dread to think.

There's a ledge out here.

I can climb out,

work my way around

to the door

and open it

from the other side.

It is rather

a narrow ledge.

I'm not sitting

this one out, Crane.

We're gonna make sure

this gun never goes off.

And when we find

this Lara girl,

she's gonna get an earful.

If we find her.

I put a tracer on her.

My friend

in the other room

is Ichabod Crane.

Something about her

just felt off.

You never cease to

surprise, Agent Thomas.

Perhaps the day

shall be ours.

I know I shouldn't have

told them anything.

I just...

It was too much.

And I couldn't bear it.

What did he do to you?

He just touched me,

and it burned.

Down to my soul.

And then...

...he killed you.

I know it didn't really happen,

but it felt like it did.

It was so real, Alex.

It felt so real.

(sighs)

You were really brave, Jake.

When Jobe looked at me,

he kind of, like...

looked inside.

And he said

that thing about...

how I felt about you.

We're best friends.

I get it.

Best friends.

Yeah.

About that.

There's, um...

there's something I've been

meaning to talk to you about.

(grunting)

Time to go.

(steady beeping)

She's close.

The nexus of which Lara spoke.

A place of

great magical power.

So this is the real

Eternal Flame.

And the one at JFK's

grave at Arlington is...

Even that marvel pales

in comparison.

The Flame of the Eternals.

Legend posits

that this is an offshoot

of the forge used by Hephaestus,

the blacksmith of the gods,

to hammer out

his mythic weapons.

(whispers):

There she is.

♪ ♪

Promethean flame,

by the hand

of your master Vulcan,

I call you forth.

(whooshing, rumbling)

Weapon of War,

return to the conflagration

that shaped you.

DREYFUSS:

Thank you, Jobe.

That would have been

a terrible waste of

a perfectly

lovely weapon.

LARA:

Malcolm,

don't do this.

Well, what do you know?

You're a bit ahead of

schedule, aren't you?

Stand down, Dreyfuss.

(grunts)

Not another step, demon.

(laughs)

You people.

You get more and more

troublesome every day.

LARA:

Diana, please,

you need

to leave here, now.

Showdown at

the Eternal Flame Corral.

Who has the quicker

trigger finger,

Agent Thomas...

or...

No!

(grunts)

(grunting)

DREYFUSS:

How...

How could I be m-mor...

mortally wounded?

(sobbing):

I... I have so much left

to finish.

(sobbing)

(laughs)

Ooh.

Pretty neat trick, right?

Yeah, don't...

don't try this at home, kids.

He's immortal.

The Philosopher's

Stone ceremony--

it worked.

Run!

Solis Flamma!

(grunts)

JENNY:

Tell me you got something.

JAKE: Dreyfuss doesn't have

Headless with him yet,

but he does have his ax.

ALEX: That Arma Mutata symbol

was all over the place.

Research, runes, I think.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Whoa, whoa.

JAKE:

Marine One?

The president's ride?

We're on the edge

of Catoctin State Park.

That's 15 miles

outside of Thurmont, Maryland.

Camp David.

The presidential

retreat.

Dreyfuss is raising

the Horseman

to take out our

commander in chief.

LARA:

We need to move fast.

That solar crystal I threw, it

won't take them long to recover.

DIANA: So we're just gonna

leave them with that gun?

No. We cannot allow ourselves

to be targets.

LARA:

Absolutely, not.

When Dreyfuss creates

the Horseman of War,

it's the beginning of the end.

Agent Thomas,

Lara, we have a problem.

That hurt.

Easy, Jobe.

Need them all

in one piece.

Well, one of them anyway.

LARA:

No.

Malcolm, don't.

Please.

And... wh...

(chuckles) why not?

See, if I don't,

that means you

won't ever be,

will you?

No, no, no, I've...

I've seen the future I want,

and you're

a very big part of it.

"Won't ever be"?

What does that mean?

The blue crystal

you hurled at Jobe...

...that was not

the extent of your ability

to manipulate time,

was it?

Hardly.

She...

is from the future.

A future, I might add,

that I'm about to create.

It's true, isn't it?

Crane--

a-a very different Crane--

helped me to come back.

So that I could

destroy the gun

and protect you.

So that Dreyfuss couldn't make

you into the Horseman of War.

He raised me once you were gone,

and told me you had died.

Molly?

Oh, my God.

Yesterday was the last day

that I remember

seeing you alive.

After the

Washington play,

I went to a sleepover

at my friend's house,

and in the morning, they...

just told me you were gone.

DREYFUSS:

Excuse me.

So sorry to interrupt,

but I have to ask,

the World Series...

...do the Cubs

ever get there again,

or was that just a one-off?

Just leave her, Malcolm.

Choose someone else.

You don't need her.

Oh, no, no, no, I...

of course I need her.

Otherwise, how will I

mold little Molly into you?

You will never

get the chance.

DREYFUSS:

Actually,

I've already begun

on that front, my friend.

And I do need

a Horseman of War, so...

Forgive me, Agent Thomas,

but you're just...

you're such a perfect fit

for the job.

Malcolm,

when you first

took me in,

you were kind

and you were generous.

You taught me to

stand up for myself,

to fight for what I believe.

There is so much

potential in you.

You don't have to do this...

become a tyrant.

How odd.

You actually know...

the me who I really want to be.

So...

what do you think

he would say to you right now?

That's what I thought.

LARA:

No!

Agent Thom...

No.

Oh, my God.

(Crane groaning)

Well, I did not see that coming.

Oh, no.

(panting)

I can feel it.

The blood.

The fear.

The slaughter.

The thrill of it.

(men yelling, swords clanging)

Armies clashing.

Striving for conquest.

(exhales sharply)

(demonic voice):

I am become...

...war.

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