Cain looked down at the body, standing straight and still. The cold winds of winter cut through his snowy hair as his ice blue eyes locked with the now lifeless soldiers. He would stab his weapon into the ground, before kneeling down to the man. He raised his hand to his eye lids, and gently lowered them down, so that they would be closed. With that, Cain stood up, grasping his spear. And with his grip, a sense of doubt coursed through his system. “What did he mean?” He spoke to himself. “What...will happen? The commander...she...she wouldn’t be lying to us, would she?” He continued to ask. “Alex would know...he was always so good at reading people. My little brother....” Cain would look down solemnly at his feet, shaking his head then to get it out of his system. He had orders, and he had to see them through. But, he would have to capture one of the soldiers alive now if possible, and interrogate them himself. Cain’s loyalty came at a price, and that price now was the betterment of Tatakai, no matter the cost. And if Freya was not there to aid him in his quest of redemption.... She would die. He tore his spear from the ground, before sprinting down the buildings stair well and making his way out into the streets. It seemed that without the dark archers help, his men were able to eliminate the remaining forces in the area. He would look to them, and they to him. “Sorry I had to leave you.” Cain apologized. “I couldn’t allow the archer to fire upon us from above.”