Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170526064537

Karliel smiles watching the forces reorganizing and the cleric doing his work. He can hear Soin in the distance and sees the battered remains of his comrades' force and his smile fades, unsure if he is alright and recognizing his helm has been damaged. Walking over to meet Soin, Karliel removes his helm and placing it at his side as the blood drips from the face grill. As he gets closer, Karliel smiles again, seein Soin unwounded.

"The renegades put up more of a fight than I anticipated. Without you and your Skitarii, I believe we would have lost a lot more soldiers."

Karliel begins to scratch his head, and then begins to rub the device on his head.

"It would appear I have trouble keeping a cool head when shit hits the fan. I need you to maintain a small group, a handful of our best men and act as our elite force. I can handle bigger picture and leading assaults, but I need you to lead the men in the surgical strikes like you did today. Its likely that without you, I may have been struck down or we may have been repulsed."

Placing a hand on Soin,

"So what do you say?"