Snippet #1471344

Jurial Plains, North-Ridge

"Survivor's guilt?"

Caine looked up into the eyes of Talae, surprised to see her standing in front of him. He loosened up as the anger released it's grip on his mind. He was now leaning back, looking more relaxed than earlier. However, it wouldn't cover up his fit of rage moments ago. "Everytime," He said, coolly. "Everytime after battle, I'm somehow still alive, and others are dead. By all rights, I should be dead too." Caine said, shaking his head. "Must have a guardian angel watching over me," a cold smile cracked his scarred face. He looked up to the heaven's once more and mouthed the word Liera to himself

"It's still as useless as it was last time I told you so."

A rough, throaty laugh emanated from Caine. "Always useless," He agreed, "Nothing matters except what you do and how you act and how fast you do it," He tapped the saber at his side. "Feelings slow you down, guilt weakens your mind." He said, still rather coldly. "But..." He faltered for a moment. "Still never get used to the loss. Loss of friends, of comrades.. Of family. One moment they're here... then the next," he snapped, "They're gone." He said. He then looked into the eyes of the Dark Elf, solidly as ever, "Always keep your sister close... Always." He noted, a knowing tone clearly evident in his voice.

Tearing away from the somber mood he had set upon himself, rather savagely, he continued. "Four. We lost four today. Next time. I will personally take four out," He said, leaning back in cold anger. The glint in his eyes bespoke quiet confidence... He fully expected to take four Children to their graves next time.

"Boss says I have to learn to fight melee. I don't suppose you'd be willing to do an old comrade a favor and make sure I don't kill myself trying?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He pointed at where her knives would be, and spoke with a bemused tone, "Those flimsy things can only get you so far in a war... Sometime situations call for something a little more.. Rough," He said, tapping the saber again. However, this tap reminded him he had lost the longsword during the scuffle with the child.. He was going to have to get another replacement. He then rubbed his chin as he looked the Dark Elf over. Rather tall for an elf, but still small compared to Orcs or him. Wiry body that screamed assassin. "Right. Well, I wouldn't suggest an axe or hammer, to big and unwieldy for you. Need something that... complements your style. Hit and run." Caine said.

"I'd say light weapon, something quick and fast. Something you can move and dodge with. Wouldn't make sense to strap you down with a shield and block out your other... Specialties.." Assassinations and underhanded tactics. "But, you probably already know this. Go and get something you are comfortable with and come back and I'll see what I can do for you," He said. Although he looked like a meat-head, Caine was quite intelligent when he wasn't knee deep in blood and out of his mind in fury. Too bad was it was too often.