Knights of Tezoth

- That's how it is, kid, - says the Dawnbringer to the squire, stripped to the waist and stitching up a wound on his mighty torso - he didn't trust doctors much. - Remember this - you should always have backup plans. I had them, but even so - the chaotic nature of life sometimes destroys them against your will. And I'm not much of a team player either. But what matters is how easily you can get back into the fight. As long as you're not dead, you're alive. And that means there's always a chance to turn things around, - he shifts his gaze from the wound to the little guy. - But man, I cut them down in style, didn't I? Ha-ha-ha-ha! Like some kind of avenger! Collected all the commander heads! I try to do things with flair, you know, life is an ordinary thing, and there's not much beauty in it. Except for the kind we can create ourselves - and then it starts to shine with new colors. So... one hundred and ninety-nine confirmed eliminations. Who's going to be the two hundredth? - for a brief moment, his consciousness is intercepted by a bipolar-fragmented "worm". - And how many do you have? I can see you're good with a sword?