>>10232230Jingisu looks at the defeated Lillith. Sighs, and paces around the ring
>Ahh...>I had hoped that the fire in your heart was strong enough to defeat me. I had hoped that your love for your DOG would fuel you. I am so very, very tired of ruling the vast steppe. Here I saw you, and saw the passion that you felt.>Alas, not even the promise of death for your beloved ward could provide you with strength.>You are not the burning monster you so portray yourself as. You are weak.>A pity, truly.Jingisu looks toward where DOG stood
>I had hoped to pass on my lordship, but I suppose there truly is none who can stand before the might of the steppe. None at all.>The raw fires of love are nothing compared the endless mighty of the sky and the snow.>Oh, dear red one. I have tested your heart and found it wanting. >I suppose part of me feels that I should take your companion, as a reminder of your folly, as a reminder that you are not the powerhouse you thought yourself as. >But, alas... his fate is not to die here today. Just as your fate is not to go further.Jingisu exits the ring
>My search continues for a successor. >Mayhaps one may only be found outside of the ring. On the path of war as my ancestors did. True war, not that which you call war.>I wish you luck, horned one, maybe we will meet again. Maybe you won't be such a disappointment. >But I doubt it.>I look to the audience and I see the faces of those you would call friends. A blonde and a raven-haired woman, yes? I hope they do not rely on you in the same way your dear goat does. Take this warning from one shepherd to another. You are not good enough to protect them. You are not good enough to lead them. Your strength is lacking. Your love is lacking. Jingisu approaches DOG and pets him on the head.
>You remind me so much of my dear uncle 