[ Aymeric's reaction is immediate, and it is no less violent than his previous desperate attempts to break through the bars by sheer force. First he slams his hands against the bars yet again, the impact sending shockwaves through his hands and up his arms, but he does not even blink. Next, he grips the bars firmly, once again turning his skin deathly white with how hard he is holding onto the implacable bars.
Thordan's words and attempt at weaving an eloquent spell meant to further ensnare Aymeric have been abandoned in favor of a wordless, almost animalistic bellowing. Clearly, Estinien's words have struck a nerve with the primal and with Aymeric both.
He has no words to use to respond, but he has anger and rage and a churning desire to reach through the bars and strike out at Estinien, if only he could. A growl of his own bursts from Aymeric's mouth, and once again, he takes a step back from the bars, intending to use whatever momentum he can gather to throw himself against them. He has been held in here too long, and it is time that ended. All he needs to do is get Estinien to open the door, and then he will seize his chance.
... If he can get him to open the door, that is. Estinien's jab at the might of the Primals and how it will not stack up against the strength of the Warriors of Light only adds to the strength of Aymeric's fury, and it is with an enraged roar that he vents his anger and rage against the cell bars.
He finds his voice just long enough to snap at Estinien once more: ] It is bold of you to speak those words from your position of safety. Why not test the might of the Primals and what strength you have, instead of tossing bold words and using the bars of this cell as your shield?
[ If Aymeric were in control of himself, he would have died rather than throw such careless words at his oldest friend, but his rage and Thordan's influence are both too strong and have all but drowned out both his will and his convictions, warping them both until they are unrecognizable. ]
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Thordan's words and attempt at weaving an eloquent spell meant to further ensnare Aymeric have been abandoned in favor of a wordless, almost animalistic bellowing. Clearly, Estinien's words have struck a nerve with the primal and with Aymeric both.
He has no words to use to respond, but he has anger and rage and a churning desire to reach through the bars and strike out at Estinien, if only he could. A growl of his own bursts from Aymeric's mouth, and once again, he takes a step back from the bars, intending to use whatever momentum he can gather to throw himself against them. He has been held in here too long, and it is time that ended. All he needs to do is get Estinien to open the door, and then he will seize his chance.
... If he can get him to open the door, that is. Estinien's jab at the might of the Primals and how it will not stack up against the strength of the Warriors of Light only adds to the strength of Aymeric's fury, and it is with an enraged roar that he vents his anger and rage against the cell bars.
He finds his voice just long enough to snap at Estinien once more: ] It is bold of you to speak those words from your position of safety. Why not test the might of the Primals and what strength you have, instead of tossing bold words and using the bars of this cell as your shield?
[ If Aymeric were in control of himself, he would have died rather than throw such careless words at his oldest friend, but his rage and Thordan's influence are both too strong and have all but drowned out both his will and his convictions, warping them both until they are unrecognizable. ]