[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=#008b8b][i]"Síocháin leat,"[/i][/color] Fionn said to the fallen abomination as the Boars' commander addressed him. Glancing out, he could see the other cursed beings meeting similar fates to the one he'd been fighting. [color=#008b8b][i]"Suaimhneas orthu.[/i] You're right. They shouldn't have been twisted like that."[/color] He half-turned at last to his initial target, hand lightly resting on the hilt of his sword. At least he and the Boar could agree on two things; the second was that, despite the exertion, he still wasn't a threat to take lightly.

It was good that the field commander was taking this seriously.

[color=#008b8b]"You can still surrender,"[/color] he suggested, light and conversationally. [color=#008b8b]"We both know what'll happen to you, but it'll give you the time to make right with the gods and goddesses, let us know who did that to your men. Better than stumbling in the darkness until the end of days."[/color] He drew his sword, holding it loosely, letting it rest against his leading leg.

[color=#008b8b]"If you fight, I'll give no quarter."[/color]