The silver field

[Kopaka]

The Toa watched impassively from behind his mask as the cleric's blood pooled out onto the unforgiving floor of the Nexus. He closely observed Éowyn's shuddering body, and the choked sob that she was bitterly fighting to contain in her throat. Perhaps he had been a tad too ambitious to try and break this fledgling Chosen in one fell swoop. After all, had it not taken him months to fall from honor into mental death? Still, this trauma had shaken the female, that much Kopaka knew; a hairline fracture in the foundation of her ability to trust her own ambition. Slaying the only friendly face she had yet known in this hell had pained her more than any gruesome death could.

Yes. It was a start.

This was still a victory.

He hadn't failed.

This, at least, was what Kopaka told himself as he wordlessly turned on his heel and walked away...