>>5616933Despite the betrayal, Freya approached and spoke with the woman without any hint of malice. In truth, she felt none. Talking with a fellow mercenary, and one with experience like her, was more often than not a pleasantry she sought out where she could.
"They call me Unterbrust, if you can believe it. Freya." She took off her hat with a smile, flanked by her second for a bit of security. "I'd much rather settle things without more killin', but from what I gather... there's too many in our merry band over-eager to prove themselves. Thirsty for blood and glory, you know the feeling, eh?"
Finally free from the confines of her armored car, the Lieutenant stretches her arms and back. Always good to keep limber. "Maybe I'm just turning cowardly after all these years, but I'd rather live to see a certain couple little ones grow. The world could use more giants if we're just myths, heh!"
As Freya focused on conversing with Sglaza, her platoon looked over to the unfamiliar armor to gleam what they could. Armor and armaments, special equipment, the works. With their experience being around machines of war she hoped they could grasp at least a fleeting something.
"I can smell the way things are blowing. And despite kickin' ass these past few battles, I doubt it'll keep heading in Vynmark's favor." She shrugs. It's just the way things are. "What do you make of it, Sglaza? From the outside lookin' in, so to speak."
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