Arcturus stared down upon the fields dusted by snow, eyes squinting in the dwindling light. Possibly the last light if their foes got their way. Holding his helm he lingered upon the mass of tattered armor and wretched flesh, shambling in a mockery of life. Within their horrific visage was a mirror of what they would become if they resisted, but what choice did they have?
The snow filled wind swept through the cloth bits of his armor, fluttering with the feathers of his gryphon companions. To them he looked, seeing the strength they had, resting finely upon his and Veledar's shoulders. Tonight would mark what would be to come, if they would crumble like a paper tiger before this storm or be as strong as a dragon against the wind.
"You know, you'd think they'd have a better fashion sense." Krotos stated bluntly, hiding his fear. "Wretched, awful, half of them need a tailor."
Voidwing turned to the gryphon, a brow raised. "I mean, you're not wrong? But...I think that's hardly a concern-"

"No, he's right." Veledar muttered firmly, flapping his wings. "I believe I should assist them get into something a bit more...On fire."
Arcturus could just sigh as they all chuckled, believing themselves so clever. Tonight would be long and arduous, but he knew they'd find the strength.

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