"How does it feel fighting against the people who once controlled you?" Mohawk asked the red haired woman who held a sword beside him.
'Lady' Adas eyed Mohawk briefly before snorting and turning to face the unfolding battlefield. Most of the resistance had already been squashed, and they were now only just making rounds and supporting whoever still needed help. Some areas of the wall still contained stiff opposition that refused to surrender.
"You can stop being too angry, unless you would rather retreat to your quarters and be watched by guards." The two meter tall Wereape sighed.
Back when they had taken back Kraetor City from the hands of the Henshaw Dynasty, Mohawk had killed all the figureheads except Adas. He had chosen to spare her for reasons he himself was not sure of, but even still, after some time, he had managed to reason with her and given her the chance to regain her freedom.
