[i]Whenever Thebes would wake up, she would mutter something about "World domination in the works" and "possible recruits: I don't fuсkin' know", before her eyes would safety drift open. Ahead of Meghan and Thebes was Khalosh - after the taking of it by the Tribune, and the retaking of it by the Trayven, it was hardly in a civic situation, outside if the attempts at rebuilding the towers and walls. Purple flags with rearing golden lions flew from the skies, as Thebes sighed and moaned a little to herself.[/i] "So two armies - no, like five - had a fuсking brawl here? Jesus."