"Beat her, don't let up!"
"Show that imposter the power of our people!"
"Get her, Clan Head, take her down!"
Their voices arose and fell in rhythms, shaking the ground beneath them and at the forefront of the Vatui forces Hudor had taken a seat with his hands folded beneath his nose and his eyes closed as he watched Cecelia relentlessly shoot at Dr'ul who was dodging most and parrying a few of the endless projectiles fired at her.
"Just listen to them," He sighed while his ear twitched and his brows fidgeted in agitation. "They are so eager to see Cecelia win, that they have forgotten she is facing an ally, they cheer the same as they do for the defeat of an enemy, but the Arkadian Queen is as much Vatui as she is a Divine; she is also of our people, descended from the lineage of royalty, directly from Her Highness the Princess, Ikaris," He shook his head. "Have we already begun to lose the humility that the Emporium has forced upon us who thought ourselves invincible?"
