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"So they sent a human after me… How odd. The cold doesn't seem to bother you although you're just wearing the Space Police's uniform."
"Such is the nature of a man born and raised on the northern ends of a planet." Varg's thumb flicks the cross-guard of his saber, revealing a glimpse of a glowing blade. It's warming up the air a bit. "Blizzard Wolfang! I am hereby to execute you under Grimm's order!"
The wolf-like reploid grins. "I see you're following orders faithfully just like me."
"He found me dying on the frozen wastelands and took me in. I am eternally indebted to him."
"You can say the same about Gate and me. I am only alive today thanks to him. He found me drowning in the freezing waters and restored me."
"In other words, you are indebted to your savior." Varg grins. "I commend your loyalty but you should know it cannot convince me to spare you!"
"Likewise, your loyalty impresses me but it won't make me go against Gate's orders!" Wolfang gets down on all fours and howls. "Let's fight to death!"
Varg grabs the hilt of his saber. "I have been waiting for this!"
They charge at each other, their weapons ready…
CRASH!
They're now far behind each other. And time seems to freeze.
As soon as Varg sheathes his saber, pain shoots up from his stomach and knocks him down to his knees. He's bleeding out, his white uniform is getting wet and red.
"You're good… It's a shame that we can't be friends…" Wolfang groans. He gives the smoldering gash across his torso one last look before his body system goes awry. "Farewell" is the last thing he says as he explodes. Varg deflects all the flying smithereens with a swing of his coat cape.
"Had we not been on the opposing sides, we could have been good friends."
A single tear trickles down Varg's cheek.