[Richard is nearing the end of his rope. He's exhausted and aching, his vision completely gone by now due to the frequency with which he's been using Twila's magic (not that he knows this is the cause) and his energy reserves running dangerously low without any real chance for him to rest and recover. The almost non-stop casting has taken it out of him to the point where he's just desperately drawing on whatever he's got left in an attempt to keep going.
Eventually he resorts to hit and run tactics, casting a few spells and then just ducking into buildings in an attempt to buy himself a few minutes of rest. In a way, it's probably a good thing that he doesn't have the time to stop and think about just how many people he's killed. He'd be in a far worse mental state if he did.
He can't let himself think about that, not now. He needs to keep himself together the way a king should.]
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Eventually he resorts to hit and run tactics, casting a few spells and then just ducking into buildings in an attempt to buy himself a few minutes of rest. In a way, it's probably a good thing that he doesn't have the time to stop and think about just how many people he's killed. He'd be in a far worse mental state if he did.
He can't let himself think about that, not now. He needs to keep himself together the way a king should.]