"What? How? What nonsense is this?" Noala threw his controller to the ground. "How am I dead? How? Where's my fault in all this?"
- You should not have looked at him, my dude.
"Do you want me to turn my back on the enemy?"
- Hide behind the dragon?
"That—" He brought his hand to his chin. "That's not such a bad idea."
He went in again and died within a minute.
- Just don't die.
"What great advice."
Almost an hour passed.
"No, bad Allaryx. Bad Allaryx. You cannot do that, Allaryx."
Noala was starting to lose his sanity.
"This is—what run now—forty-fifth? I wonder what will happen if I give up on this fight. There is no way the capital is coming back. Does Allaryx go around killing everyone? Does he get to rule the kingdom then?"
Just the thought was starting to pis him off.
"Fuck him, I won't let that happen." He scratched his neck like a junkie. "After all the pain he has caused me, I won't let him be rich and happy."
- Schizo Noala is real.
