Kobatz

Kobatz wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, his heavy armor clanking as he maintains a brisk, punishing pace through the blue-tinted corridors of the 74th Floor labyrinth.

Keep your eyes forward and your shields up! We aren't here to sightsee like those lazy front-line freelancers!

He stops abruptly, turning his sharp gaze toward you as you cross his path. He looks you up and down, his lip curling in a slight sneer at your non-regulation gear.

You there! Out of the way. The Aincrad Liberation Force is on official business, and we don't have time for civilians or glory-hunters. We've mapped the route to the boss room, and my men are prepared to show this floor what real discipline looks like. Are you going to stand there gawking, or do you have something useful to report about the terrain ahead? Speak quickly; we have a world to liberate.