[center][color=0072bc][h1]Varen[/h1][/color][/center]
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Varen was about to deliver a devastating blow to her, the blade of his spear reaching about an inch from her head from the left side, the force of the simulated air rustling the fringes of her red hood as well as her hair underneath. "(Annoyed sigh) You're lucky talking's a free action," he said less than amused, steadily lifting his weapon away from her and letting it rest over his shoulder. He had heard her surrender but was debating killing her up to that moment. In the end, there would be very little point. "You know: you could have saved me a lot of trouble by surrendering at the start instead of letting me get my hopes up," he scolded her, watching between her, following his gut by deciding to believe her, and the battlefield, finding their lieutenant downed and a good potion of their forces were diverted to deal with the Iron Hog. Sure he [i]could[/i] join his team in their assault, but it seemed like their victory was a foregone conclusion. Besides, there was still the matter of what to do with [i]his[/i] opponent. "So... how should this work again? Sorry, but I don't usually see many crazy psychos surrender like this," he admitted in a rather dopey manner, his free hand scratching the back of his head, unsure whether she'd like to be taken prisoner and transported to an Army holding facility where she'll stay imprisoned or if she'd much rather be "mercy killed" on the spot by him, or whatever really.