[h3]Nitire Segundis[/h3]

	"Gods reborn-" Nitire watched on in silence as the Torminian officers made their way forward onto the field. Spotting an Imperial soldier, Nitire quickly turned to the nearest guard, "My spear! Where is it?"

	"I- We haven't gotten orders!" The soldier offered defiantly, puffing out his in an attempt to posture his position.

	"Look out there," Nitire replied, sweeping his hand out towards the field. After a brief moment of locked stairs- one of two soldiers not want to give their ground- the Tormin guard glanced off in the indicated direction, his confident visage quickly fading to one of concern. "If the Imperials are here, this is your chance to let another Imperial die before you- possibly keeping you from harm. Unless you want to play the hero and rush out there yourself."

	After another defiant exchange, the soldier looked to the back of the column that had been escorting the prisoner. There sat a bundle wrapped tightly in a tarp in another soldier's arm. Quickly, Nitire sprinted past the previous guard to the other, skidding to a halt as he reached out and took the bundle- unfurling it as he turned and ran. His footsteps washed away the protesting shouts of the guards as he bolted towards the scene of the battle with spear now in hand, seeing Tyme plunge his blade deep into the assailant's chest as the light's in his eyes faded. With murderous intent, Tyme blasted away the poor souls corpse with palpable malice. Standing upon the outer rim of the now assembled squad around the male, Nitire's eyes narrowed in a mixture of disapproval and disbelief.

	"Death is inevitable. If it is my time, it is my time," Nitire's stunned visage broken slightly by a confident smirk, "Does not mean I will accept it without a fight though." The casual demeanor quickly faded though, "I left Avenase for it's disregard for life... Don't make me regret t-" Interrupted mid sentence, a heavy crackle and groaning of trees could be heard in the distance as Nitire rounded to it's source. It was then he heard Tyme speaking knowingly about Moro Zera- an Imperial 'city buster', or so Nitire had been told. He didn't pay too much attention when he was in the army, after all- it was hard to pay attention when having your face pressed into the mud by your officers boot. But he had heard one thing about this weapon... 'It would win the war.'

	'So, he is from Avenase,' Nitire confirmed, his eyes flickering to Tyme for only a moment before looking back to Catherine, "I am going ahead." He quickly stated, turning from the group as he rushed forward towards the sounds in the woods. Even now, a growing feeling of worry settled into the man stomache as he attempted to focus more on the rustling of his armor as he strode across the field.