The Sentinels that you would be shaking right down to your soul

had lasher the ability to throw up his hands, he certainly would have done so, but as it was, lasher merely shut his jaws and moved alongside caiaphas. he did not feign peace, however, for he felt none, and it did not matter, for the priestess would have seen through his attempt at deception, and he did not feel strong enough to field the glass of her ire.

and so the pair moved in a tense silence, lasher oft leading, seldom following, with no true path in mind, until the churning of his legs paused and he granted caiaphas another lingering stare. "if they truly intended to mount an attack against us, my death would have given them pause. do not think i seek to martyr myself in your eyes."