[Dialogue]

1) [Alec brings up the fact that he is acting too hastily about the situation and asks him to relax] (Sternly) No, we don't have time to "relax!" Anxor and his army are this close to conquering Messel! We have to act NOW!

2) (Normal tone) Look, you may have your little "fairy tales" at home. But this is reality, and this is not one of your sissy little bedtime stories. We're talking about a whole damn continent. And then next, world. And after that, your own world. Still think this is a game? (Coldly) Come off it and get your damned head in the game.

3) [It's night time. Alec finds Kieran by a fire lit in the center of the village they're camping in. Alec notices he is troubled and asks him if he needs to talk. Kieran reminisces on painful memories from his past being sold off in the slave trade when he was 9. As this is a dark past he brings up, please try to focus on conveying that feeling.] (Grimly) I hardly made it out of there alive. Starving to death every day. Working your ass off for hardly a Drenma*. I was lucky to find my way off the plantation at 12. It was a few days later that I had stumbled into some nearby forest. I was hungry. Thirsty. And just before I succumbed to my fate, it was Master Azerael who found me leaning skinny and frail against a tree. He gave me food, water, and shelter. Took me on and taught me how to use Magic. I owe it to him to make sure that this mission I succeed, no matter what the cost... I wouldn't be talking to you if it wasn't for him.

[Battle]

1) Come here!

2) Let's begin!

3) Thunder Hammer!

4) *Grunts from swinging/punching*

5) *Getting damaged*

6) Lightning Magic Lost Technique: True Thunderstorm!

7) You're mine!

8) Time to show you guys how Azerael's apprentice does it!