Exharme: Our enemy comes to us prepared to die! Let us show them swiftly off this mortal coil!
Benedict: Today they learn there is no comfort in numbers! Drive those zealots from our home once and for all!
Serenoa: All troops, forward! Show no mercy!
Exharme: They would see their own city burn!?
Exharme: I knew this Benedict was ruthless, but still...
Exharme: Falter not before their bluster! Advance!
Benedict: Now! Victory arrives on a silver platter!
Exharme: What!? One of Benedict's tricks? He would burn his own city to the ground...
Benedict: Now! Victory arrives on a silver platter!
Exharme: Second company, attack!
Exharme: Leave them not a moment to regroup! Forward!
Exharme: Impressive. You've made me play my entire hand. Now, slay the Wolfforts like the dogs they are!
Serenoa: You will never lay a hand on the salt crystals, Exharme. Even if you should bring the whole might of Hyzante to bear upon us.
Exharme: We'll see how certain you are of that when you're skewered upon my blade.
Serenoa: If you would make good on your threats, then come. It's a pity you won't see the brighter tomorrow in store for us.
Benedict: Numbers are no guarantee of victory, Minister Exharme. Every soldier you deploy means more blood on your hands.
Exharme: Those who forsake the Goddess's grace will not find peace so long as they live.
Exharme: I'm here to deliver you that peace. You should thank me.
Avlora: So the Holy State has chosen force. Soon you will know the folly of your decision.
Exharme: On the contrary, Avlora. I look forward to being the one who claims the head of Aesfrost's greatest warrior.
Milo: I used to admire you, Exharme. But I see now you are just another one of Idore's puppets.
Exharme: Spare me your empty words, traitor. You and your ilk shall be judged this day.
Exharme: By the Goddess... Our numbers are dwindling...
Exharme: Unthinkable... Victory was assured!
Serenoa: Ugh... The day isn't lost yet.
Benedict: Ungh... Carry on in my stead...
