013 tactician male.durga

(In dialogue, the tactician character is called [Tact]. That's the code that makes the game say the player's name they put in at the beginning of the game.)

///C
Durga:
Next victim, please, [Tact]. I'm bored.
The tactician:
Patience, beast. You'll have your chance.
Durga:
Fine.
The tactician:
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Durga:
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The tactician:
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Durga:
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The tactician:
...... ... You know, you're more easier to handle than I thought.
Durga:
You're a smart boy. I know you can provide the best feast for me. So, I don't mind being told to wait if it is you.
The tactician:
I'm not sure if I like the sound of that or not. What if I were to purposefully send you to your doom? Expecting you to die?
Durga:
I wouldn't know. I never lose.
The tactician:
You did to us, twice.
Durga:
I still live. Eventually, I'm going to pay you back for that. It isn't a true loss until one dies.
The tactician:
I... see.
Durga:
But don't worry. I'm not going to turn on you. I enjoy fighting and killing above all else. And my way of doing things may seem odd to some. But I'm still a mercenary by profession. I won't betray the one who I'm contracted to help.
The tactician:
I hope so...

///B
The tactician:
I've been thinking about something. How did you survive being washed away back then? No normal person could have survived that.
Durga:
I'm called Durga the invincible for a reason, you know... Sigh... but I admit, I almost did die. I'm not sure how, but I believe the sword I had saved me.
The tactician:
That blue bladed sword...
Durga:
The Star Sword. A gift from the prince. I'm not sure where that thing came from... But its power is what saved me, I'm positive.
The tactician:
Where is it now?
Durga:
The sword protected me somewhat... But I blacked out at some point in the rapids. When I came to, I was washed up on land. Never found the sword, it's probably out there somewhere though.
The tactician:
That thing might even be stronger than the legendary weapons... Too bad, we could definitely use its power.
Durga:
Bah, in the end, It's a mere crutch. You nor I need such a thing to win this. The weapon never makes the warrior.
The tactician:
Huh, so you can not sound like a brute sometimes.
Durga:
What was that?
The tactician:
... Ah, look, enemy's over there!
Durga:
Where!?
*she vanishes*
The tactician:
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///A
Durga:
Why...! I've really had enough of you, [Tact]!
The tactician:
What...?
Durga:
I want it now... I want you right now! My arm is ready to chop that brainy head of yours right off...!
The tactician:
...?!
Durga:
Sigh... But I know I can't. How depressing.
The tactician:
Phew...
Durga:
It wouldn't be ideal to strike you down now anyway. What makes you formidable is how you command others. Besides... to be honest, I could snap you in two like a twig one-on-one. No fun in that, and your current army is too busy with... this. But mark my words, once this is all over...
The tactician:
I'll never catch a break, huh? I'm for challenging myself, but a nightmare like you always chasing me is something else.
Durga:
You're my very special prey, [Tact]. I'm afraid I won't let you go until one of us dies... It's all because you made me fear death for the first time...
The tactician:
How?
Durga:
Now, I'm not afraid to die on the battlefield. But what you put me through...! Well, that was new! I'm used to the idea of simply being killed in battle. I was afraid... but the rush was something else! Not felled by a blade or magic... But from a genius mind! I MUST face you again. To either experience that feeling again... or to crush you into nothing and become even stronger...
The tactician:
You're completely insane...
Durga:
I'll be coming for you. One day after this war is over. So don't slack off, will you? It'll make the kill less satisfying if you grow weak...
*she vanishes*
The tactician:
Urgh... I'll worry about that later, I guess. For now, she's too valuable to just kill off...