He laughed once - not a laugh. More of a bitter scoff that he took a breath to ease. "I have no mercy left to give them and I have no faith in any system that would try them. Zmei slishkom gluboko. Oni dolzhny byt' sozhzheny."

Firebrand. He'd been given the name for a reason.

"I... will try not to kill all of them."

But he couldn't give guarantees. He wanted to see them dead. Wanted to see them dying. He knew what they were, perhaps more than anyone else. But he also knew his brother.

Maybe removing a few kneecaps by gunshot would help assuage his bloodthirst.

[The snakes are too deep. They must be burned.]