[It is all very noble of her, very heroic, to rise in spite of her injuries and press on... but nobility and heroism aren't things that Zenos yae Galvus cares to concern himself with. There is a part of him that knows that the correct thing to do is to quit toying with this wounded animal, and finish what he was actually sent to do.
He will ignore that part. To hells with that part.]
You crave more?
[For she is a wounded animal, isn't she? Cornered, and desperate, and willing to tear into him with her bare hands. It matters not that it will likely be futile. He would see what she is capable of, if it is worthy of him. The soldiers retreat in the face of her mad fury, but he takes a heavy, portentious step forward.]
Then give me more!
[He, too, has not deigned to draw his weapon. Let them both fight like beasts.]
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He will ignore that part. To hells with that part.]
You crave more?
[For she is a wounded animal, isn't she? Cornered, and desperate, and willing to tear into him with her bare hands. It matters not that it will likely be futile. He would see what she is capable of, if it is worthy of him. The soldiers retreat in the face of her mad fury, but he takes a heavy, portentious step forward.]
Then give me more!
[He, too, has not deigned to draw his weapon. Let them both fight like beasts.]