[The cry isn't directed at Ashley, of course, but at the ghost soldiers approaching Hubert. He clutches his pilfered weapon tightly, holding it out defensively in front of him. He eyes a gap in their ranks, trying to decide if he could survive making a run for it or not. But his mind refuses to work through the haze of fear.]
Don't come any closer! Y-you'll regret it...
[This is his poor attempt at channeling Asbel's bravado.]
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[The cry isn't directed at Ashley, of course, but at the ghost soldiers approaching Hubert. He clutches his pilfered weapon tightly, holding it out defensively in front of him. He eyes a gap in their ranks, trying to decide if he could survive making a run for it or not. But his mind refuses to work through the haze of fear.]
Don't come any closer! Y-you'll regret it...
[This is his poor attempt at channeling Asbel's bravado.]