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Galneryus' conducted his electric magic into the guards, them withering in pain at the shock. The two guardians broke through their bonds. Girthfield moved to the injured men before looking up at Otis. "Do you know how I defeated Barbarite Thorn, Otis?" Girthfield asked, looting the withered corpses. "I defeated her because I had lost the self-preservation instinct to run." Girthfield's hands slid into their pockets, pulling out keys and poorly minted brass coins with an engraving of Theory's face on it. "I had lost the instinct to survive..." Girthfield moved over to the beaten Hedon Bad, grabbing the man and raising him up in a hold. "And I had replaced with the need to protect."

Girthfield turned to Otis. "We are defeating Crown Prince Theory and retaking Schittle, and then we will hold it securely until the Empire arrives to clean up it's mess. The consequences of us fleeing or failing are warfare this planet has not yet seen. I am highly doubtful it can handle such butchery. The eradication of thousands." Girthfield glared at Otis, standing across from him in the small tent. "Do you understand me? We do this or we die trying."

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