"No problem, Lep, just doing what's right, though I still don't think Elyas would have stood a chance against some of my older sisters, heh..."
Duc Nightingale
Lep's silhouette shimmers back into visibility, his footsteps blowing away in the snowstorm.
"My thanks, on behalf of my people. Elyas was a major threat; you saved a lot of lives today."
His uselessness in that battle still stuck in his craw, but for right now he'll put his best face forward.
Lep, the Multiversal Explorer
"You fought well, fellow warrior..."
(Duc said to himself, struggling to his feet, before grabbing the corpse and flying to the highest peak he could find to give Elyas a proper warrior's burial, even letting him keep the spear by his side in death)
"...Rest well, you earned it and my respect."
Duc Nightingale
+ But in the end, your blade strikes true, piercing the Khanate champion through the heart. Their body falls, their blood staining the snow.
Shouts of triumph and despair resound across both sides' comm systems, as Federation armor breaks though the line.
Though injured, you've triumphed.
