Ehh, what's this? A new challenger!
Yea! Storm the keep, exile!
Ohh, logistics is boring. Let's fight!
Ugh, please, do try and get this blooddy mess off ma mitts!
Surprise test of strength exile! Hope you're prepared.
Our encounter will end very differently this time, exile.
Let's solve this like men. With conflict, not cooperation!
Here to play politics again, exile?
Just who I was hoping to see today!
Back for more punishment, child?
Ahhh! Gurhh... the Ursine Maw... it hungers!
I am of Craiceann, solid against the tide!
I am of Saqawal, crushing my enemies!
I am of Fenumus, dragging you down to your death!
I am of Farrul, swift as an arrow!
The strength of the First Ones runs in my veins. You will fall here and now.
Let this siege be savage.
First Ones, protect this caravan!
I'll help defend this disgusting place only because I must.
I try never to miss a good ambush!
I never back down from a fight!
Strength in numbers is still strength!
The First Ones have called me to your aid, wild one.
Cannah let you die, Grenn. I might need a ship back home someday!
You're no Emperor, Janus, but my line will assist you again regardless.
Let us prove that the Syndicate has the might to make right.
Gadgets won't do the trick, Maloney. Allow me to lend ya some raw might.
I want to see a proper siege!
I think I'll send these souls to the First Ones rather than the Lifegiver.
This horrible place deserves to fall!
Even the mightiest warrior will fall against overwhelming numbers.
I'm more than just 'Ezomyte,' Janus. I'll show ya.
I don't know what the hell you are, but I much prefer the exile.
The strongest deserve to rise, but you're too dumb to count.
An Eternal General stood against the Ezomyte clans once before. Recall how that ended?
Violence should be a test, Cameria, not a pastime.
Only the strongest deserve to rise.
I welcome your challenge!
And I thought today would be boring.
When a situation gets complicated, I tend to resort to violence.
Don't ya see? We're in the middle of a test of strength here!
Big words big guy, but can you back them up?
We have about as much claim over these lands as your ilk, Eternal!
You've got your shot, creature. Show me that otherworldly might of yours.
Aye and your skin will make a fine new cloak, Redblade!
Then I guess it stops with me, eh?
You better hope you have the strength to follow through, traitor!
Let's see just how much this exile can handle, eh?
This caravan is better protected than you thought!
I won't let knowledge of my involvement here just walk out alive.
Ohh, exile, you've quite the test now.
Let's try my way for this one, Tora.
It's the Ezomyte in charge of the Perandus this time, eh Janus?
Serve me well, Redblade. When I'm at the top, I won't forget it.
Support my rise through the ranks, Mutewind, and I'll use my power to get you what you truly desire.
Aye, you're certainly strong, Cameria, but! I'm stronger.
As I am the strongest, I claim my right to lead this fight.
I was hoping for a bigger storm.
The prize remains in the hands of the strongest.
Eh, I was really hoping you'd burn this place.
And the strongest remains the victor, ha ha ho!
The weak fall. The strongest live to fight another day!
A good clash. I like you, exile.
Your strength was not enough to lift this rock. Maybe next time you'll send the bugs scattering.
I am... conquered... and impressed...
The caravan... is yours...
The ultimate disgrace...
Well... you've passed ma test...
I don't... want to be... caged again...
I guess, uh, we should... talk?
Might... politics... two sides of the same coin...
Kill me yet again... I'll return stronger. Thus, we evolve.
Good show, exile. A real comeback.
Numbers alone... can't be counted on...
It seems... I have... failed... my own test.
I've seen your strength. Take from me what ya will.
Aye, you beat me fair and square, and I can respect that. But to beat the odds, to beat someone with friends in high places, that demands respect and awe. Free me, and select from my cohorts an ally, and we will see what you are truly made of.
Might makes right, which means I work for you now, in a small fashion. You've only got hold over me worth one fight, which we all know is just one grain of sand in the desert of warfare. But it isn't nothing, and in warfare, information is as good as might. I've a friend in the Syndicate who is privy to key information, and I offer you this as your well-earned plunder.
If I have a moment for last words, I'd like to say, above all, this job they have me doing is beyond boring. Now you're a strong one, so I value your input. Assuming you let me live, what do you think I should do instead?
I have been soundly defeated. I'm man enough to admit that. It's my neck on the line here. But, if you let me go back to the green hills of Ogham, I'd certainly be hung for imagined crimes. How about you save yourself the bother and let my clan do what they will?
This Syndicate is full of boring nonsense. Ya care to have a pint and talk it over? Or perhaps since you've got me dead to rights and all, skip the pint, and we'll go right to me blabbin' secrets like I'm drunk.
To the victor go the spoils. Take this as your reward... and let me go.
Consider it done, and consider the challenge begun!
They'll never even suspect, boss.
Let's hope for some entertainment.
I wonder if they'll even remember my face back home. Hard to forget with all the wanted posters I expect, heh heh heh.
Strong and reasonable. I like you, exile!
And the strong get stronger.
Impressive strength you've got there. You should use it to mold the Syndicate's hierarchy to your whims. Let me live, and you can install a leader here that sees eye to eye with you: me. You can't solve the Syndicate by killing, exile, but perhaps you can fundamentally change it for the better.
Death changes nothing, exile. Only philosophy, held true, alters the world. Here I say to you: the strongest should absorb the might of the weak and make it their own. For you, that means lettin' me live, so that I can maneuver within the organisation, stripping back the strength of others, making it my own. We do not stay dead, which means changing thoughts and minds is the only way you'll ever save the world from the Syndicate!
You've won the battle, exile, but the war will be long. You have the opportunity to select who it is you face. Now killin' me is an option, but you know already that I can be defeated. Who else here poses a threat? This is your chance to rig the game!
Hah hah, I like you, exile! There's no need to slay me, by the way. Let's just talk about the others here. I've got much to say.
Tora, she's a swift one. Now I don't think I can outpace her with force alone. Lend me your might and your mind for this, and the huntress will be forced to bow.
That's him, that's the bastard assassin that killed my brother! The Brotherhood of Silence!
A Perandus betrayed my people long ago, yet the scars are still raw today. It's time I returned the favour!
The General's particular brand of might does not just raise the strong. It purges the weak and hopeless. This is not might. It's tyranny.
Rin is pompous and uppity and... worst of all, she won't shut up about how she misses 'fresh mountain air,' like we don't all miss our homes! Now please, handle her before I do.
Allegiance is earned by might, be it muscle, magic, or maneuvering. This one's earned none of those.
There's only one fate for the weak, exile. I have earned no exception.
Let the Syndicate witness the true path: strength of arm, strength of will!
If I should not return, bury me in Ogham, next to my brother.
This time, do what must be done, exile.
Strength is not merely muscle.
Aye, weak, through and through! A coward, just like your poisoning pretender, Chitus!
And I'll wager a guess: the First Ones hate ya too. And whatever serves as your mother, for good measure.
Keep pushing me, Oriathan. My clan's itching for some Bloody Flowers of our own!
I didn't kill my brother, you bastard!
Ah, ya fool Mutewind. I was framed and exiled here. Strange how quickly the Syndicate snapped me up once I arrived, yes?
Thus the weak seek to undermine the mighty.
I've nothin' to hide. Only strength matters.
You can starve the beast, but you will not break it.
Exile, exile, ya really must learn!
The weak deserve death.
So it must be.
Aye, the strong climb on the backs of the weak.
Good, exile. The strongest wins. I knew one day it would not be me.