This was almost too easy. Whoever was giving commands, be it Clovis or someone else, they were being reckless. Easily led into every trap he set. Every ambush, every ploy, everything was going just as he intended.

Then he saw it: The most wonderfully stupid strategic move he had ever had the fortune to witness. A break in formation, a clear attempt to use sheer numbers to overwhelm them. Oh dear. A strategy like that at a time like this was a mark of desperation, leaving oneself completely vulnerable in the hopes that a sufficiently powerful attack was the best defense. In the process, leaving himself wide open. It was like a perfect storm of short sighted planning, inefficient resource management and reckless arrogance all rolled into one delightful package.

Perhaps a family reunion was in order. If so, it would certainly be far sooner than Lelouch could have ever dreamed. He watched the little blips of light approach the position, waited until they were all in place and then -

“Detonate the explosives. Now, if you don’t mind.”

It must have seemed like the gate to hell had opened up from under them. Bringing them down, down amongst the rubble, down into the darkness, down into his domain of shadow.

“I can do it,” he said to himself. Painted Black flitted around the cockpit excitedly, fist pumping the air in celebration. “I really can destroy Britannia!”

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 2