This is painful, a horrible thing for the Rider to behold. Their souls, while tainted, are innocent compared to what lies ahead. And he may be dooming others in hesitating.
And yet these are conflicted souls, and he has a conflicted mind. He must do something.
The chains fly from his sleeves in all directions, binding the warriors where he can, slowing them until he can fight them more directly himself, until he can wrap each in hellforged links. There they can fight til they exhaust themselves, and he can do something to help them.
A more true hero, someone with their own soul, might try and show more compassion still, try to help them in the moment.
That it not the rider, nor his way. Nick usually has control of the union, but this is his cost for it, being more aware, and more responsible when the Rider carries out his tasks.
Barely able to contain the hellfire creeping and flickering from his eyes, mouth, nostrils and about his fingertips, the rider accepts that he has done as much mercy as the soulless may, he has saved the people's lives, even if he hasn't saved them from their frenzy.
Its enough for now, and he rides on, promising that the sadist who did this will pay, and he or she will feel the pain of every one of these people.
The Rider is not about pity, mercy or even justice. He is vengeance, and he will have it.
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