Gate of Memoirs/Red Titan

Stronger still are those who do not falter before insurmountable odds.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Overcome"	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*You lay the guards down and hope they don't wake up anytime soon.
*At your side, Avyn reappears from her warp, and holds up a set of keys.
*There's only a single large cell at the end of this hall, but the sheer amount of keys suggests heavy fortification.
 	
*Avyn: All right, let's go.
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*To your surprise, the door opens with just a single key,
*but you quickly realise the other keys are for the panels controlling the heavy metal rings binding the Armorer's limbs.
 	
*Armorer: . Avyn.
*Armorer: It's good to see you.
 	
*Avyn: Are you all right?
 	
*Armorer: Nothing I cannot handle.
*Armorer: Where is the Strategos?
 	
*Avyn: I...don't know.
*Avyn: But admittedly we don't have time to be chasing after someone who's already made up her mind.
 	
*Armorer: I see.
*Armorer: Then, let us go in rescue of a certain troublesome inventor.
 	
*Avyn: I'm sure he would appreciate that.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "To Comrades"	Music: "To Comrades"
 	
*Up ahead, the Praetor stands solid and stoic against the entrance to the Archon's audience chamber.
 	
*Praetor: Hmph. I knew you would come.
*Praetor: I see you've brought that meddlesome stranger with you, too.
 	
*Praetor: What extraterrestrial being has the Tinkerer summoned?
 	
*Armorer: Step aside, Praetor. We don't want any more violence.
 	
*Praetor: Ha! Ironic. Did you bow your way up here?
 	
*The sheer strength of the blow sends a shockwave through the ground, rattling your bones.
*Though the mighty Armorer stood his ground, a full-blown brawl would result in quite the catastrophe.
*Not to mention the clock ticking down on the Tinkerer's fate.
 	
*Praetor: I am more than a match for you three. None shall pass.
 	
*Praetor: Through all this sickening corruption in our ranks, I alone stand tall against our enemy.
*Praetor: You, Armorer—defending a rebel and a threat to our city. 
*Praetor: The Sentinel and his hounds, a failure.
*Praetor: And the Strategos, weak with sentiment!
 	
*Avyn: Don't you DARE speak of Andaria like that.
*Avyn: Without sentiment, you are nothing more than the very machines that now roam a once glorious fortress.
*Avyn: Praetor, I challenge you to a duel!
*Avyn: Swear on your honor that you will stand aside upon defeat.
 	
*Taken aback, the Praetor nevertheless throws his head back and laughs.
 	
*Praetor: Don't make me laugh. You?
*Praetor: You think duels mere child's play. What foolish bravado.
 	
*Praetor: Don't think I'll go easy on you, whelp.
 	
*Slamming the end of his weapon on the floor, reinforcements mill out from concealed doors.
 	
*Praetor: And make sure your friends don't try anything funny.
 	
*You draw your weapon and hold the line with the Armorer at your side.
 	
*Armorer: Bold one, that girl.
*Armorer: You and I, we will stall them for as long as it takes.
 	
*You nod at him. This...isn't the first time you've fought at his side.
*Nor the first time you've fought for Zenia.