I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you! And in an hour’s time, I won’t even remember you.
Issuing a Move Order:
- Calm down. No rush.
- Choose the first to fall.
- Hm. Not a problem.
- Hahaha inhale , an arc shield can only cut through cowards.
- It’s not like they can escape.
- Of course.
- Halcyon shimmers in my veins.
- The sooner the better.
- By your direction.
- Just tell me which way they fled.
- Every step, sure footed.
- Hm, I’m not worried.
Issuing an Attack Order:
- It’s not me, it’s you.
- Please don’t run. Just don’t.
- ‘Til your last breath!
- Come on. Hit back.
- I shall not stop.
- Your loss.
- I am a Stormguard. I am your misfortune and your despair.
- Well three blades are better. What if you face three enemies? Surprise! Stabbing for everyone.
- Button up? I don’t need buttons. Buttons are for the weak.
- Four of the Stormguard still walk this earth. You nightmares are true, not a joke.
- Ahhahahaha (evil)
- Hahhahahahahahaha (evil)
- Hm hmphhmhmhmhmhm
- Ugh… ah ung tah
- Uh! Ah…uwah