“With the Flames of old, I shall incinerate you to Ashes, like the fire that fuels my legion’s forges, and paint my armor thick with your Blood that I drank to fuel my hatred, carving out your pitiable, wretched heart, with a blade crafted by Iron to let the rest of your kind know I am a Guardian, an Engineer. But first and foremost I am a proud Charr and I would die before letting someone take over my will like the sniveling coward you are! Death is a kindness only given to those who fought fair to deserve it.” - Knichtus to a Mordremoth Sylvari soldier before torturing them
Story Excerpt from basically some gw2 fanfiction
“We are going to have to attack Mordremoth in his own mindscape are you sure this is a good idea?” the taller Charr was patching up his armor while Knichtus was making notes in preparation. Braham, Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, and Marjory were already waiting in Dragon Stand at the pool with the structure that represented Mordremoths epicenter. Knichtus and Kaijukka had decided it be best to get a bit of rest in before charging in. While they have conquered many of Mordremoths challenges, this task will be the most daunting, having to actually defeat Mordremoth. Hearing a soft chuckle escape from his friend, Maurukhun snarled with a frown. “Knichtus I’m serious.”
“Your nervous Mauru? That’s a first, sure you aren’t becoming sheepish in your old age?”
“This isn’t time for joking around, other than Sylvari both you and I can actually hear Mordremoth speak, and Kaijukka can pick up bits from her Sylvan hound, he knows were coming for him. In the mindscape we could very well not just be facing him but...our own nightmares.” with a sigh, Knichtus picked up the stack of notes and tapped them on the desk to straighten them. He paused for a moment, just staring the words before speaking.
“In that case...That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“Wait...What?”
“Think about it Mauru, we’ve faced our own demons countless times. Our fears, our pasts, our mistakes, the darker facets of our personalities. We have had to come to terms with them early on in our existence or else we instead would of never been able to make it this far.”
“True...But still, do you think you can face that part of you?...I can’t afford to lose you...not again...” he whispered that last part, pain thick in his voice as he bowed his head, the memory still fresh in his mind. With an exasperated sigh, Knichtus walked over to him and touched his forehead to his, his pink eyes looking into Maurukhun’s bright white ones. “Knichtus?...”
“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to lose to myself again, not in a fight like this. I hope Mordremoth is ready because our fears might turn be the very thing to turn against him. We WILL win this.” grinning the elder Charr couldn’t help but get caught up in his smile, it was rare to see, and he wanted to make it possible that one day he will see it every day. He offered his hand and Knichtus nodded, the two of them grabbing the base of the arm with a firm shake.
“For Tyria! For Ascalon! For the legions!”