On the beach, they were determined and filled with adrenaline. Fighting at the side of a Cro-Allar was not something they imagined happening, or believed was even safe, but here they were dropping Kathar together with every swing of their atraves (or in the Digmaan's case, claws and teeth). Only a passing glance and defense given to Wesley while he was down and being taken away to safety.
Against the castle, they were fearful. They wanted nothing to do with fire, magic or not, but they kept going and masked the fear with a stone expression. 'The sooner we take it, the sooner the fire is gone'. Showing cowardice and looking to retreat would just boost the Kathar morale and make the opinion on them by the other soldiers lower. No no they couldn't have that.
In the castle, after the battle, they were disgusted. At what Harhold did, at what he said, and having their armour and weapon splashed with Kathar blood. They thanked the Spirit that they were not picked out to gouge the eyes of the prisoners, and also that their stomach held up at the sight.
On the return voyage, they bowed briefly towards the Digmaan, keeping their eyes off his own and gave a simple but fully meant duo of sentences, "Thank you for your help and allowing me to fight by you, Digmaan Yaotl. I am happy we are both alive and you are an ally."
In Greygate, they walked quietly towards their commander's office, knocking thrice and entering when told. They stopped in front of her desk, giving the proper salute and easing their hands behind their back to link after. A wry smile settled to their face before speaking, a tone of amusement coming out, "I kept my promise just as I said, Lady Ania. No dying for me just yet. I cut enough Kathar down for the both of us even. You weren't too bored, I hope?"
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