Lelian gripped the spear tightly, she realised that it was damaged during the battle since she felt a painful throbbing in her hand where a fractured piece of wood pierced her skin. The blood trickling down the shaft of the spear until it started to pool on her other hand.<br/><br/>"Hate Lancor? Do you know what they've done!? Fathers butchered, Mothers and daughters at the mercy of soldiers and bandits, sons being made examples of to make sure there is no uprising. Entire families in poverty, starving, ailing from the suffering you bastards inflicted upon them unjustly! I came out here to save people! To try and reverse the damage your countrymen did to those who did not deserve to witness such suffering!" Her tears dripped from her face, mixing with her blood on the spear. Shaking weakly, she has overdone it quite badly, her body sending shockwaves of pain and anguish through her entire being. But it was only a fraction of the suffering her countrymen have had to endure.