Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Turning around when beckoned Zeppel spat into the ground. She was really stretching her opportunities here. She was left alive because he felt she deserved to live after the courage she displayed. She did not fall to her knees and beg for her life, she stood her ground and pleaded with them. Her words and her courage were exemplary, uncommon traits that made a good soldier. After what had happened, Rat did not seem to want to look at her, as if a shred of guilt weighed down his heart. Though she stood just up close to Zeppel, she refused to yield or flee. She had the ample opportunity to flee, yet she continued to tempt fate. A low smirk forming, Zeppel grew to admire the little Pig, even if by a little. The entire Company was roused to her attention when she declared that she would change their minds. Was she crazy?! He turned to look the young Darcsen in the eye as she slowly walked towards them, like a lamb walking before a group of hungry wolves. A wager, huh? Are you so sure that good will come out of this? Gambling to them was a part of their lives whether it be casting bones or walking into the next battlefield, chance determined whether they would come back richer than before or get a proper lot tossed into a mass grave with the bodies of his comrades. While Zeppel hated her for the guts she displayed, he could not help but be impressed at her integrity. He had an all-consuming hate of the Darcsen, yet he hated in in a different way a hate that sought to break that promise and to force her words against her throat. He was determined to make her regret calling them out. Rethinking her offer through made him agree somewhat, but he could not help but scoff. Hahahahahaaha! What do you take us for, Humanitarians? he asked, glaring right into her eyes, despite the fact she did not budge or take back her words. She was serious. Rat simply sighed heavily and walked out, trying to ignore her presence entirely. So, let me get this straight. We can do anything, absolutely anything we want you to do? he asked. That look in his eyes...he took the offer almost immediately. Well, I'm all for it how about you guys? he asked, looking back to his troupe. Hughes didn't seem to reject the idea, Eric seemed to desire to abstain, Gage was apathetic as usual while Rat didn't seem to even want to look into her figure. After what had happened, they didn't seem to have the will to accept or decline. So Zeppel took the initiative. Well, it seems we've settled. Welcome to the Warhounds of Innisfield Mercenary group, Pig! he said, smiling to reveal indented teeth with the words GO! GO! ZEPPEL! there was no cause for celebration, no cat calls, nothing. Their elation had died out upon witnessing the needless cruelty of Zeppel. Normally they would just capture the Darcsen and then hand them to the authorities, but Zeppel in particular desired to make an example of them. In a way, if Isara had not shown the gall to oppose them, maybe the others would have just been handed over. But at the same time, she would not have lived had she displayed such courage. Walking up to her, he lifted her chin up gently. I'm going to enjoy breaking you, making you regret this little wager... he said, spitting on her left cheek. Take off that damn Cloak. It's an eyesore.