Vanguard
Vanguard stared at the dying man silently, That arrogant scholar, how dare he speak of fate in front of him?! He'd rip the tongue off his body, so he may never utter that accursed word ever again.
He would not be a sleeping slave of fate. His words had no weight or meaning, they didn't matter or change anything at all! No chains would ever bind him, no shackles would restrain him. He would absolutely save everyone. He had to save everyone. It was the only thought keeping this machine running. That man was an impediment, he couldn't be allowed to linger a second longer in his world.
"SILENCE!!"
Magical circles and formulas whirred around the metal titan, and lightning exploded from all around him, cloaking his weapon to the point it looked like he wielded a mass of thunder. A rusty, unpleasant grinding sound lingered from his body, as if his gears where clenching and about to shatter one another, but it was deafened by the lightning's screams, the screams of hundreds of souls weighing on his back.
The price of these sins was too much for any man to bear, so he had stopped being human. His body was more than a mask, it was an armor to protect himself from others, from the world, and most of all, from himself. Now that it was broken, he laid bare, and the truth was that he had nothing other than the weapon in his hands, and power so overwhelming it became blinding.
His muscles compressed like a whip desperate for release, and with an ear splitting boom he leapt, bloating the moon with his brilliant power as he reached heights that dwarfed even the tallest trees of this forest, displaying his weapon high above the heavens so he may plummet it down with an all consuming swing and take that man's life.
