"He had it coming, the d'épaisseur, porc dirigé gueule. Always shouting about freedom and liberty even as he killed hundreds. I will not be so easy to defeat, and I have a much better cause. And I will not just let you walk away." Daces bullet and Medics bolt ripped through two Dwarf Gekkos paper thin armour, and the fell, twitching in agony. Mistral leaned down to them, stroking the wounds as if to sooth the little robots as they gave off sounds somewhere between the bleat of a lamb and microphone feedback.