There men that dwelled in darkness and monsters that ruled the night, Mordecai qualified as both. For Mordecai it was about honor and trust, honest along with the importance of being forthright. Lies do not become him, he became over the years a true shadow warrior who could strike you down like an assassin before you ever saw him coming. He knew far too much of betrayal, of ulterior motives and hidden agendas. Of false comforts and of barbed words . . . he was proficient with a variety of weapons but his among his favored was the Shadowhammer. For his allies and those close to him, he would not only tremble the heavens but bring hell home on ground of his own choosing. Unlike other riders, everywhere could be a battlefield or fair ground for the total destruction of his enemies. People didn't understand that it wasn't brutal strength that made Mordecai a force to be reckoned with but an absolute absence of light and mercy. He would take you when you least expected it. Cut you off at the knees and work through you with a frenzy of strokes then watch with empty eyes as you fell apart. There were few clues that allowed you any kind of warning: a clouded nature in the eyes, a certain change in tone and a face that was carefully wiped free of ex
pression. That was all the warning you got before the Berzerker erupted ready to tear the offending parties to pieces. It was upon a dark night devoid of light that Mordecai sprang to the defense of the OPM's Scarlet Knights. He stood for change in defense of those who aspired to work toward the common good. He became the deadliest weapon in the arsenal of the Knights.