Woolf, judging by the slowly growing pile of bones on his plate, was enjoying himself. Or at the very least he had been hungry. He also had a small crowd of awestruck warriors and serving girls listening to him as he talks about the battle and his role in it.

"And that's when I saw this guy in the red mobile suit. I don't want to say he was stupid, but he pretty clearly was focusing on the big picture and was charging right into a trap. Well obviously I couldn't just let him die, right? So charged right in after him."

"Right into the trap?"

"Ah, see, that's just what I wanted them to think. It was all part of the grand plan!"

And so on and so on and so on.