Part 745: Robin C

COME, FOE! TASTE THE STEELY TANG OF CYNTHIA'S DEADLY BLADE!

... Gah. "Steely tang"? I sound more like a culinary critic than a hero... I AM CYNTHIA! QUAKE IN YOUR SUPPLE CALFSKIN BOOTS, EVILDOERS! Hey, that's not bad...

Cynthia? What's all the shouting about?

Oh, hello, Robin! Just practicing my opening line for when we go into battle.

You do that a lot, don't you? Talk to the enemy, I mean.

Of course! That's what heroes do! It's important to make the enemy understand how majestic and heroic I am.

Look, I love speeches and gallant poses as much as the next soldier. But doesn't that leave you exposed to a sudden strike from a foe?

Oh, no. That's against the rules! See, when heroes meet on the battlefield, everyone gets time to deliver their lines. If the foe knows anything about heroic derring-do, they'll wait their turn.

I don't think our foes give two figs about derring-do. You're far more likely to get a quick dagger between the ribs.

B-but war is civilized! It celebrates bravery and honor and all that good stuff. Otherwise, it's just a bloody mess. Otherwise, it's just random slaughter.

...I'm sensing a steep learning curve ahead of use here.

Look, back in my future, the only foe we ever faced was the Risen. Now, when fighting brain-dead monsters, it's all about survival, niceties be damned. But I'm sure... I just assumed that here in the past, things would be more civilized. I mean, war can't ALWAYS be a horrific bloodbath! ...Can it?

Oh, Cynthia...

Well anyway, I should run. I need to practice my sword flourishes! (leaves)

I can't decide if her attitude is admirable or pathetic...