I gave a nod to Nefas, a small one, but one of acknowledgement. Another sibling that's presence wasn't a bother. Seeing as she was the third to awaken, he focused back to the group of soldiers. Most were steadfast, weapons ready, and ready to die for their queen. However the ones in the front were suprised by my mannerism. Among the group, whispers emerged, conversing to the side though their eyes focused only one us. "Thats therelon itself.." A whisper could be heard, before interrupting by a louder whisper "L-lady of the deep, the queen of those abomintations!" "Who's the knight with them?" "A defector?" "Wait those eyes, they sing a song of fire." 

I'd end there murmuring, "You are looking upon the Honorable Kilgarrah." Weapons still drawn, one of them spoke up. "In the name of the godmother, we will-" He'd be interrupted with a puzzled look as I held my palm up, gesturing him to stop. "Yes yes, but before that, the lad's name, the former comrade you killed."

Most were reluctant to speak, either puzzled, fearful, or out of spite and too ready to fight to acknowledge such words. Finally a third voice broke from the crowd. "Nixus." 

I gave a look to Therelon to make sure he heard that name well, before returning to the crowd. Most were brave against my gaze, however one of them was trembling by the knees. It didn't take long for that same one to get on his knees. "S-spare me, please, oh great ones. I was not involved with your sealing, I be-" My voice would cut him off instead. "Cowardice? you are a soldier, a guard of the pit, I assume your 'Godmother' gave you some merit for that title, so get off your knees. Do not disrespect your duties or leader." I said sternly, as if I was scolding a child. I'd unsheathe my lance from my back, in a slow but steady manner. The lance's blade was longer then my own body, yet my grip wielded it as if it were a mere wooden stick. "I do not wish for a slaughter, Brothers and sisters, do not interfere as of yet." I looked back to Therelon, Nefas, and the others who were waking up. I'd return my attention to the remaining guards. "I trust Eyra has at least taught you of honor, come, the strongest of this squadron, please step forward." Almost immediately, the formation of the guards split as a hulking figure emerged from the back. Axe in hand, his armor, though identical to the rest, was larger to accommodate the inches of height he had over his peers. "Name." I stated simply and loudly, to which he unflinchingly replied, "Fredrick Sigurd." 

Such a surname was familiar, Sigurd is a name I recall, one of the many family tribes of my people. My eyes widened though my helmet did not show this, was I given the honor to meet the descendants of my proud people? I had to test this. I'd raise my Lance, pointing it at his direction as the arm wielding it leveled in front of my chest, my spare hand would cross over my chest and rest on my other shoulder, which was a traditional stance to any duel formed by my people. To my surprise and awe, he mimicked it. The rest of the guards were watching in confusion yet in some strange awe. "My family has not forgotten your name, Kilgarrah, our society has tarnished your name as a tyrant and coward of the war, but the stories passed down by my, no, our ancestors say otherwise. Show me the legends are true, my master, grant me a warrior's death."

I'd lower my lance a bit, I have lived many years, many centuries, thousands upon thousands, so long I have forgotten my age. However I have never felt, nor could I remember feeling, such powerful emotions through my body. I couldn't describe it, but I was on the verge of tears, something I couldn't even admit and I thank my helmet concealed my face. "Very well, warrior, I will not disappoint you, do not disappoint me." "King of Dragons, I fight for the Godmother, and I intend to fulfill her wishes. Do not think ill of me for it is my duty." "Aye, I already understood this, there is no hatred towards you or my sister, only respect."

A moment of silence then filled the hallway as we lowered our weapons, staring each other down though our helmets hid our faces. In a moment's notice, we charged and blades clashed, the guard was barely able to keep his axe up from the force of my lance. I was restraining my power, I did not want to kill him so swiftly, but even so it was impressive for a mortal to withstand such power head on. He would back step before swinging his axe down upon me, to which I side stepped out of the way. I would return to impale him with the lance but he would avoid the strike narrowly, and picked his axe up for another swing. This time I was the one blocking, I blocked it with ease but its been a while since I ever felt a blow from a mortal so strong. We would each continue to swing, dodge, and block at each other for what felt like a few minutes, until I finally struck through his chest, even his armor couldn't resist the force I delivered and the blade of the lance. 

I watched him cough up blood, and look at his mutilated body, but I could tell even with his helmet on that he wasn't fearful of death. "Thank you." I heard him whisper before his breathe faded, and his body going limp with the Lance holding him up around the torso, through the massive hole now in his body. I would unmask the honored mortal, and made sure his eyes were closed. I'd free him from the lance, and tossed his body to the guards. "Make sure he gets a proper burial, tell your queen of his glory." However one of the guards would rush up, enraged at both his fallen comrade and being sworn to his duty he couldn't allow us children to get away. His pike would swing at me though I grabbed the blade with ease. I can tell that there was a strong bond between this man and the now fallen soldier.