Voice - LOCKED TO UNSEELIE

[scorchedchivalry]

[There was a terrifying rage underlying Saber's quiet, controlled words.]

If you are not helping with evacuations, either go to the infant Jabberwock the Seelie forced into this world or join me on the battlefield to prevent the Seelie soldiers from doing any more damage.

Should you choose neither of these three options, pray that I never find out.


[ooc: Anyone requiring orders, here you go! Also, do not expect much as far as conversation from Saber.]

Comments

[voice]

[wipedclean]

[Ah. Official orders. Sort of. He was planning on staying and continuing to fight anyway, but he has a question.]

Understood. I will continue fighting.

Is there a strategy?

[Because otherwise he's just going to keep doing what he's been doing, which is... killing every single Seelie soldier who gets close to him. But if there's some sense to troop movements and some way he can be more useful, he would like to be directed correctly instead of just... going at it.]

[voice]

[scorchedchivalry]

Drive them south into the teeth of the other half of our forces advancing northward from Maupertius. We will crush them between our jaws.

[voice]

[wipedclean]

Yes.

[He still has very little in the way of loyalty to the Unseelie cause. But his friends have been hurt, the forests they love have been burned, and the Seelie are to blame.

He is a weapon, and he has purpose again.]