Nowaru

Shushuk keeps standing just as he was, with a stony face.

Tarvos looked Shushuk in the eyes and gutted him alive moved on to the next warrior. When that was done, he returned once more to the center of the assembly.
- I have suffered the first defeat of my life. Not as a warrior, but as a leader and as the last pillar of the Geirte traditions. The armies of the false king (meaning Ainar), united with the steel men, managed to subjugate all the Geirte tribes, and I have only a small number of loyal followers left, ready to follow Ansgar's teachings to the very end. Geirte will die. Nothing can be done about that. The realization pierces my warrior soul to its very depths, but it is the truth that I and you must accept. But I will not allow our world to fall into oblivion without a great battle, a battle worthy of our god. I propose that you go with me and my brothers into the final battle — we will strike an unexpected blow at the very heart of Kalevritia, its capital. We will kill their leader, destroy the remains of their saints, take their "righteous" women, and burn their city. But none of us will return from there alive. But could any true warrior dream of a more worthy death? No!

- How interesting! I was especially amused by the Third Legion, ha. Defeating the enemy with his own weapon — something like that, right? That leader really tricked those Teyosans!

- What? Ah, sure. I'm not up on elulu-suen, but I've heard that this philosophy isn't limited to Teyos alone.