Devas runs with her "Sargent, where are we going? Where is your unit?"
Two figures creep closer to a village, "The Leader wants us to take them out?"
"Of course, then we can go back to hating each other"
"Your Lord is a Vile piece of scum, and when our new King rises, he'll be dead"
"Your king is a mewling pup, serving in the Legion, a Sunblessed will probably skin him"
"Our king will bring an end to this war!"
"Lord Narithlin will never agree to a peace with that child"
"Who mentioned peace?"
The second man is struck silent
"That's what I thought"
"I've decided I respect you, in the war to come, I might spare you"
"We have a job to do" the first man retorts he falls heavily to the ground on all fours, his body now long and sleek. The Reptilian shape stealthily crawls towards the village.
The second man snorts, and a projection of a lithe swordsmanbursts from his body, clad head to toe in long forgotten garb
They both head into the barbarian village for a night of blood