The Lalafell warriors have betrayed a fatal flaw: Hubris. Easy to taunt, easy to trick. Before wounds and weariness have taken their toll, the Lalafell King throws the best he has at us. He has taken the bait.
The Lalafell warriors have betrayed a fatal flaw: Hubris. Easy to taunt, easy to trick. Before wounds and weariness have taken their toll, the Lalafell King throws the best he has at us. He has taken the bait.
Whips crack. Lalafell barbarians howl. Those behind cry, "Forward!" Those in front cry, "Back!" Our eyes bear witness to the grotesque spectacle coughed forth from the darkest corner of the Lalafell Empire.
What is best in life?
To punt your enemy, see him roll before you, and to hear the wahs of the women.
Our Hyuran allies show us Roegadyn what they can do. They shout and curse, stabbing wildly at the Lalafell barbarians, more brawlers than warriors. They make a wondrous mess of things. Brave amateurs... They do their part.
When muscle failed, the Lalafells turned to their magic. One hundred nations descend upon us, the armies of all Lalafells. Funneled into this narrow corridor, their numbers count for nothing. They fall by the hundreds.
Ramuh stabs the sky with thunderbolts and batters the Lalafell ships with hurricane wind. Glorious! Only one among us keeps his Roegadyn reserve. Only he... only our Captain.