Chapter 11: Shield and Claw
“What is honor? That is... a difficult question to answer well, for
honor is fundamentally an individual matter. So, it is better that I
answer what honor is to me.”
“To me, honor is to defend others, to stand between the civilized world
of peace and whatever would threaten it, be that demon, monster, or
evil men. It is to be compassionate to those who suffer, to be a beacon
to those without hope, to bring light into this world.”
“Whether or not my efforts are ever recognized, this is honor to me.”
Garkhen stood with a half-dozen other soldiers... though they, like he,
were rather unorthodox soldiers. One was a champion of Mashano, a
warrior encased in armor and wielding a huge, glowing, two-handed sword.
Another was a sort of tiger-man, who Garkhen learned was what was
called a Wyre. Apparently, he was like the wolf-woman he had seen
amongst the leaders of the Rebels, a person chosen of Naishia and
blessed with the ability to assume the strengths and form of an animal,
as well as this intermediate form. He wondered, briefly, if perhaps
there were some that could turn into sparrows or some such innocuous
creatures, and if that had been a factor in the Rebels' scouting
abilities.
His other companions were unusual in similar manners, all expert
warriors or priests. In some ways, Garkhen felt out of place... and yet,
he knew this was where he was meant to be. He only prayed that Bahamut
would give him the power to help fight the Infernals before them, and
that his armor would keep him alive to do so.
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