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[color=537DAE][sub][h3]Location: Balmung Castle | Hallway[/h3][h3]Mentions: N/A[/h3][/sub][/color]
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[color=lightgray]Arton, now properly equipped in layers of armor, took position on the party's flank. His eyes flicked from corner to corner, door to door, anticipating an enemy to appear at any moment. The focus kept him distracted from anything else...save for the conversation the Valheimian's yelling brought to his attention. The tone of Ranbu's voice were enough of a hint as to what was coming. The thud of her boot across his face hit his ears before he had turned around. Virulent hatred laced every one of her words. It was not ignorant, mindless rage but a directed, powerful anger earned from trauma. His brows furrowed and lips curled as the man's life was ended, executed like an animal. It was one matter to take down an opponent in combat, but to end someone you had disarmed and taken prisoner? 

[color=537DAE]"That's the plan? Slaughter to the last man without exception?"[/color] No attempt to hide his irritation was made. Zeidgram, expectedly, was quick to chime in and put his own thoughts into words better than Arton could. He gritted his teeth, grip tightening on his shield. Valheim was still the enemy in this situation. Nothing would come of getting into an struggle with his own ally. Arton, however, would remember this [color=537DAE]"Leifur's right, there are others who need our help."[/color] Arton glanced over at Galahad trying to gauge his reaction, before deciding to follow Leifur wherever he was going.

Peace. Was it such a distant reality? How much more did he have to lose before he could grasp a sliver of it? Proof that it could even be possible. Arton was determined to fight for it and save as many as he could along the way [color=537DAE]"Furi...."[/color] He spoke under his breath. Wherever she was, maybe just maybe this journey would be enough to pay her back.
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