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Briarland - Forest
| *huff, huff* |
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Did we lose them? |
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! General, watch out! |
Ironclad A |
I found Vanrouge! |
Ironclad B |
You've tormented our people for far too long. Once we bring you down, my grandfather will finally be able to rest in peace! |
Ironclad C |
Aim steady! Don't damage the dragon egg! |
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We're surrounded… I think there's 10—no, 15 of them, at least. General, I'll hold them off. Go on without me! |
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Have you taken leave of your senses? Not even you can fight that many at once. |
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It's your head and the egg they want—neither of which we can let these wretched creatures have. You won't be able to put up a proper fight with an egg in your arms. |
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You have my word that I shall eliminate these enemies and catch up soon. Now hurry! |
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Confound it… You'd better not let these fools win, or else! |
| *Lilia runs away with the egg* |
Ironclad A |
Vanrouge is fleeing! AFTER HIM! |
| *A sword swings and a cloud of dust appears* |
Ironclad B |
Whoa! What was that?! |
Ironclad C |
A single swing of his magearm felled a giant tree?! Blast, our way's blocked! |
Baur |
HEAR ME, HUMANS! |
Baur |
My name is Baur Zigvolt, and I am a proud royal guardsman of Briarland! |
Baur |
If you wish to fall by my axe, then step forward! |
Baur |
I shall swallow each and every one of you whole! |
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Ah! Check it out! Someone's puttin' up a huge fight over there! |
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That crocodile mask… It's Baur! |
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The Silver Owls have him surrounded! We must aid him. Quickly! |
Grim & Silver |
On it! / Right! |
Ironclad A |
Gah! More reinforcements?! |
Ironclad B |
Wait—humans?! Why are you siding with the fae?! |
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This has naught to do with species! You are simply loathsome. That's why we fight! |
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Yeah, that's right! And when we loathe someone, we kick 'em to the curb! |
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That's the Night Raven College way! |
Ironclad C |
What vexing fools! We need to regroup! Soldiers, fall back! |
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Hey! They're runnin' away! |
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Letting them call for backup might mean trouble…but overextending ourselves could be fatal. We'd better tend to Baur. |
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Baur! I'm sorry we're late! |
Baur |
You… Grk… |
Silver & Sebek |
Baur! |
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He's badly injured. Get him a potion! |
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Ack! I'm guessin' that whistle is the Silver Owls callin' for help! |
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We need to get out of here. Baur, lean on me! |
Baur |
No—I'm going to stay here. Someone needs to engage the enemy. |
Baur |
You catch up to the general. |
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But, sir… We can't just leave you! |
Baur |
Enough! I don't WANT help from the likes of you!*cough, cough* |
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…… |
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Silver. Grim. MC. You all go on. |
Grim & Silver |
What?! |
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I'll stay with Baur and help him hold off the Silver OwIs. |
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You can't! Not even the two of you combined can handle that many… And I've got no idea what will happen if you get any farther apart from Father. |
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THERE'S NO TIME FOR DEBATE! |
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Lilia's in a vulnerable position so long as he carries that egg. |
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Go to him! Protect what you hold dear! |
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And I'll protect what I hold dear! |
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Sebek… |
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Hmph. Don't take me for a fool, Silver. I'll dispatch the enemy and catch up with the rest of you in no time. |
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…All right. Come on, MC. Grim. |
| *Silver, Grim, and MC go after Lilia. A rumble is heard.* |
Ironclad A |
The armored excavator's finally made it down the muddy roads! You're doomed now! |
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You're deluded if you think that oversized piece of scrap metal is any match for me! |
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Baur, stay back and allow me to handle this. |
Baur |
Human…Why would you go to such lengths…? |
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My fighting here won't change what happened in reality. Nonetheless… There are some things I will never yield. |
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Silver Owls! You do battle with Sebek Zigvolt now! |
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EN GARDE! |
Briarland - Forest
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You're finished! HRAAAGH! |
| *The excavator is destroyed, leaving behind a cloud of dust* |
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*huff, huff* That's…the last of them… |
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How was that, Baur?! I did it! |
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You actually won… That was very well fought. |
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Ah… I'm unworthy of such praise — oof, ouch…! |
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Human… Tell me, why would you fight so hard to aid the fae? |
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My father is human…but my mother is fae, sir. |
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My maternal grandfather very much disliked humans. Loathed them, even. When his only child wed a human, well… You can imagine how much they fought. Even now, my grandfather and father’s relationship is strained. |
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But despite all that…my grandfather never once shunned his grandchildren. |
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He's a taciturn man, always scowling. He's never uttered words of welcome when I visit… But he always had the latest children's books at his house. And he always kept candy and sweet drinks on hand, the kind he never consumed himself. |
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I genuinely respect him. That's why I want to be of aid to you… To all of the fae! |
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…Hmph. You couldn't help even if you wanted to, with the sorry state of your equipment. Your baton's cracked, and your protective garb’s all torn up. |
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Don't worry on that front! I'll just scrounge up a few things from the unconscious Silver Owls here, and— |
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Human… No, Sebek Zigvolt. I am grateful for your efforts. |
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I shall bestow upon you suitable armaments to replace vour damaged items. |
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Huh…? |
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To honor the birth of a new warrior, I, Briarland Royal Guardsman Baur Zigvolt, hereby offer… |
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Night's blessings. |
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This armor… This magearm…?! |
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It's the very same equipment that Briarland's royal guardsmen are outfitted with. |
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The magearm comes from a fallen ally, but…it should suffice better than that all but broken baton of yours. |
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Suffice?! Why, sir! I couldn't ask for any greater honor than to be clad in the same fashion as a royal guardsman! |
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You'll need a mask as well… Hmm. This should work well for you, |
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Among those in our squadron, only I am permitted to wear a crocodile mask. |
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If you share my surname, and your grandfather is indeed fae… Perhaps the general was right, and something truly did bring us together. |
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Sebek Zigvolt. Half-fae warrior. |
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I expect you to continue fighting as well as you have been. |
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…Yes, sir! I shall fight in a way that does justice to the Zigvolt name and this mask. |
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I swear to you, Grand—ah, Baur! |
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Now, we must hurry and catch up to the general! |
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Yes, sir! |
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