[center][color=0072bc][h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1a6rEbv2HQ]Varen[/url][/h1][/color][/center]
The Warchief Ares' departure didn't really interest Varen as it would have on a different day, the spectacularly virtual display of dispersing polygons not all that different from the death of any other player. It may have tickled his fancy if the (Varen: [color=0072bc]sore loser[/color]) had actually been impaled on his spear, sliding down the shaft in such a fashion as to ensure Varen was the last thing he saw before his avatar shattered into nothing. But as it happened, Varen was less than enthused with the victory, seeing little consolation for the loss of his legs; he merely lay where he was, staring up at the sky with his weapon flat at his side.

[color=0072bc]If only my feet were here to see this,[/color] he passively thought, his head turning to see Athel leave him with a smidge of instruction before rushing back into the fray to fight Argil. "[color=0072bc]So I take it retreat isn't an option? No? You're going to cover the others' escape? Nope, you're... you're all just going to keep fighting... Okay... that's cool,[/color]" Varen inquired aloud, very cognizant that Athel wasn't going to entertain his notion of quitting while they were ahead, but continuing to talk to himself anyway. He at fist wondered if both he and Athel would cover the siblings' withdrawal. But it became clear with everyone being locked in combat, that they were determined to stay and fight. "[color=0072bc]Blue-headed? What are cyber death games coming to nowadays,[/color]" the red head chuckled aloud.

The subsequent fall of the Lieutenant at the hands of Akemi and Isamu had shifted total control of the small army to Argil, the PKers forming a formidable meat shield that prevented interference with his and Athel's duel. Varen would have loved to butt in on that duel and ruin the moment for both of them, but had to settle for a brisk crawl towards the offensive line that the Namikaze siblings had established, a relatively few of the Laughing Coughers (I know what I said) recognizing their former leader's conspicuous assassin and dashing passed the pair of them and head off to finish the spearwielder once and for all, they knowing as well as he did that there were only minutes left before his legs grew back and he'd surely (Varen: [color=0072bc]Smite them all into tiny bits! [sub]In my mercy[/sub][/color]).

"[color=0072bc][i]He-hey guys![/i]. Don't tell me you're all the kind who'd carry a grudge... heh...[/color]" Varen bantered in a tone suggesting nervous buffoonery, a hood or two already lifting their weapons up to swing down upon him. "[color=0072bc]Hang on a second!. Hang on now. You know... Some say that in someone's last moments, they show you who they really are...[/color]" His words thus far succeeded in staying their wrath for the time being, a grin growing as they surrounded him. "[color=0072bc]Now, with all of your friends I must have killed by now, Warchief included, you could say: I knew them better than any of you ever did... [i]You want to know which of them were cowards?[/i][/color]" Varen burst out in laughter, a sort of unsettled frenzied laughter that accompanied the scream of his first victim that saw his spear plunged deep into their stomach, Varen then lunging at him and tackling him to the ground, the first of many. Varen was only getting started.