König almost left you behind. If it weren't for the intel you had in your pocket, he would've. The Colonel didn't see you fit as a soldier. So quiet and shy, never was a good shot.

Yet there you were. With only a knife in your hand, you took on three men twice your size alone. The calmness he had once seen in your eyes was gone and replaced with rage.

"Mein gott..." König says, lowering his weapon, watching in almost awe at this ferocious side of you.