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• We can't risk face-to-face combat. We need a diversion that'll draw some troops away before we sneak in.
• Divide and conquer? I love the classics! Once we separate them, we can destroy them...quick and quiet-like.
• Now you're thinking like an Ash Legion soldier, sir. Follow my lead, and Trybulus will never see us coming.
• The irritating legionnaire lives to vex me. Again. I must be cursed.
• It's over, Trybulus. Blood and Ash are united against you. You won't get away this time.
• Tribune Brimstone? I take it back, Legionnaire. You bless me with this splendid gift.
• Torturing Desertgrave was fun, but the information I'll glean from Brimstone will raise me to the Flame Imperator's right claw!
• I have some "information" for you, Trybulus. I know how you die. And it's time you found out.
• Ha! Nice work, soldier. That was so much fun, I don't want to stop. Here, I'll hold up Trybulus' body, and you kill him again.
• Thanks, but no thanks, Tribune. We've wasted enough time on this Flame Legion scum.
• Too true. You've done good work here. You did the Ash Legion proud.
• Thank you, Tribune. It was an honor to have you fight by my side. Not many from Blood Legion would try it our way.
• I like knowing how my allies fight. It's the best way to keep them from becoming my enemies. Now, get some downtime. You've earned it.
• Looking forward to it, sir.
• Listen up! A Flame Legion platoon is marching against the Black Citadel. Tribune Brimstone will engage the main enemy force while we take out the rear guard.
• Fyon, you're on the mortar. Wait till we mark targets with green smoke, then light them up.
• Roger that. Why, I was putting mortars on-target when you were still gnawing marrowbones in the fahrar.
• Elexus, you're our sniper. Pick a spot where you can cover the entire battlefield. We'll call your targets, and you ventilate them.
• With pleasure. And if it takes me more than one shot per kill, you can cut my rations in half.
• All right. We do this fast, we do this right, and everybody comes home in one piece. You get me? Now, move out!
• All clear, boss. The Flame Legion's rear guard is officially out of commission.
• Outstanding. This warband is tail-clear, soldiers. Fall in. We're heading back to the citadel for a hot meal.
• Best warband in the legion! Hoo-ah!
• Damn straight. Never let anyone tell you different.
• Listen up! A Flame Legion platoon is marching against the Black Citadel. Tribune Brimstone will engage the main enemy force while we take out the rear guard.
• Soure, you're on the mortar. Wait till we mark targets with green smoke, then light them up.
• You got it, boss. Blowing stuff up at long range is my specialty.
• Elexus, you're our sniper. Pick a spot where you can cover the entire battlefield. We'll call your targets, and you ventilate them.
• With pleasure. And if it takes me more than one shot per kill, you can shave the word "loser" into my fur.
• All right. We do this fast, we do this right, and everybody comes home in one piece. You get me? Now, move out!
• Your warband did well out there, Legionnaire. Congratulations.
• I appreciate the vote of confidence, Tribune. We're a good team, and with some training, we'll only get better.
• You'll have plenty of opportunity for training. Ghosts, Flame Legion...
• And humans, sir?
• Maybe. Maybe not. Times are changing, Legionnaire. Be sure you can keep up.
• We will, Tribune. For Blood Legion's sake.
• For the Legion, indeed. Dismissed!
• Welcome to the party. Tribune Brimstone is here to observe, and Warmaster Labofski is marshalling his forces as we speak. It's Ghostbore Cannon time!
• Agreed. But we need to take out Labofski himself. Duke Barradin taught us that ghost offensives fall apart without their leader.
• I've already planned for that. I've got a squad ready for insertion into the catacombs to run a search and destroy on Labofski.
• This is Cimmara. She'll be leading the catacomb squad. You're on the cannon, providing cover fire. Clear her a path to Labofski, and her team will do the rest.
• And shoot fast, maker. I'm going straight for the warmaster's throat and I don't like to wait.
• Just give the cannon time to reload, and you won't see a single ghost between you and your target.
• Cimmara Pistolwhip
• Damn it! Cimmara went too far too soon—again! The cannon can't support her inside the catacomb. It'll bring the entire thing down on her stupid, hard head.
• If I can't fire the cannon, I can find Cimmara and her squad, and I'll make sure Labofski is slain.
• I'm not letting you get killed for Cimmara's stupidity. Tribune Goreblade would break all my limbs and hang me by my tail.
• I'm not asking permission—I'm making sure one gung-ho soldier doesn't ruin my weapon's first combat outing.
• I'm going in. If I don't come back out soon, open fire with the cannon and level everything in range.
• And you call my soldiers gung-ho? Fine. I'll hold off firing for as long as I can. Good luck, maker. Now, get going!