'The city is going to fall, everyone is going to die, and while I can take a chunk out this army and let some civilians live a bit longer, in the end it would not even matter,'
'So, do I need to go overboard and put a possible target on my back when I can always do a lot more damage in the future to avenge Licinia,' Alex thought as he evaluated his situation.
The more time passed and the more Alex envisioned the fate of the city and its inhabitants, the fate of people he knew and liked, and the fate of the person he considered a friend, the more his blood boiled and his anger grew.
Alex knew he couldn't change the city's fate, and while he felt deeply for the innocents who were doomed, he could find some peace in taking down as many Skavens as possible and playing his minor part, but doing only that when Licinia was going to one of the victims really did not sit well with him.
