| *Quietstorm hangs back, away from the people, away from the Final Warrior. Kaiji nudges him, a signal telling him to introduce himself to the Final Warrior.*
Quietstorm: *Hits chest with fist, then forms a cross within a sickle moon with it* I am Quietstorm.
Final Warrior: *Salutes in same fashion as Quietstorm* And I, the Final Warrior.
Final Warrior & Quietstorm: Semper fidelis, semper vigilans, unto the Everlasting Rose, until Death and beyond.
Vox: It seems you two know each other.
Final Warrior: ... He is with the Evers'ilance forces.
Quietstorm: Was...
Final Warrior: And is a Paladin.
Quietstorm: Was.
Final Warrior: He knows both salutes.
*The Final Warrior notes every feature of Quietstorm, his deep, cold coblat eyes, his unwrinkled face, his muscular build. Fitting for a soldier and a paladin. No doubt he had many spells hidden away from the public.
Quietstorm's piercing gaze sees through the Warrior's hood, sees everything, his cold steel blue eyes, his unsimling face. The Warrior had never smiled, had never laughed. It was always busines with him.*
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |