"Hey, that impressive?!"
Leon looked at Lokhak in surprise. He knew his brother had been growing stronger, but he hadn't expected him to have reached such a level.
Lokhak touched the scars hidden beneath his clothes and said no more, only smirking at Leon: "With you in that state, how could I not lose my head out of anger? I took both old and new grudges out on those bastards. Looking back, I almost got myself killed. If not for the army charging in after the victory, I might have collapsed from exhaustion and died in the enemy ranks."
"So you do know how reckless you were?" Azeryan sighed in exasperation, then turned to Leon: "He really wasn't thinking straight. After you were carried back, this guy cried himself to sleep by your bedside every night. During the day, he'd storm around like a madman, yelling at me about taking revenge. He wanted nothing more than to single-handedly charge into the Southern Army's base."
"Hey! Hey! When did I cry? Stop making things up."
