Thousands of the Enemy died, hurling themselves with horrifying abandon into the vice of Harlequin and Aina. Burned to a bubbling goo or sliced into leaking black flesh or maimed and screaming. The shrieks of agony and terror grated against Ryan’s ears, and it took all his will to block it out. This was a battlefield, a war arena. Atrocity had to be accepted. Ignored.