You insult us with your fear. When you see the wretched in their enclaves. Those smiling parodies of humanity. And you slink away?

No. No, this will not stand. You are not a Hyena any longer. Grinning your shame. As you pick off the occasional vagrant.

Roadkill, you used to think of them. But you are not a carrion bird any longer. Not a Hyena, not a coyote. Not even the verile wolf you used to fancy yourself to be.

You are a storm. We know your mind. We know it appeals. To be not a challenger. But a raging cyclone. Secure the windows and the entrances.

Bar the door. Fight or stand dumbfounded. It doesn't matter. All will fall before you.

But you need to see.

Go back. Show them fire. Show them the lightning. Show them the storm you are.

Speak not a word to us in your mind. Until you have razed that city to the ground.

Root and branch, child. Make us proud.