[ In spite of his injuries, Aymeric laughs as if they are of no consequence at all. And, in fact, considering that he is being fueled by his rage and the rage of the primal that has a hold on him, they might as well not be. But even though he still remains standing, there are signs that all is not well with him. Even so, he cannot just lie down without putting up a fight. ]
Yield? I will not, not to you or anyone else who tries to get in my way.
[ Even so, this latest attempt to slam himself against the bars has rendered him just a hair unsteady, but he manages to catch himself and hold himself still even as he braces himself for what is certain to be an attack. It is what he wanted, after all, considering how he did his best to goad his old friend into taking action.
What he was not prepared for, however, is the speed with which Estinien moves. One minute, he is outside the cell; the next, he is charging the bars, the force of his speed sending Aymeric hurtling back, momentarily stunned. But then, before he can recover or react, Estinien is inside the cell with him, having thrown the key outside and locking the door once more.
At the same time as Estinien moves, Aymeric also changes position, having recovered from the staggering blow, intending to attempt striking out at Estinien, even though he has no weapon and his physical strength pales in comparison. But before he can even make contact, Estinien's strike with his lance catches Aymeric in the midsection, propelling him into the wall behind him, and the force with which he lands against the wall drives the air out of his lungs.
Knowing that he only has a split second before he is pinned to the wall, he lashes out with both hands, hoping to block Estinien's lance before the shaft of the long weapon traps him. If he can just catch it before that happens, he might be able to push against it and slip to one side. But his reflexes are not nearly as sharp as they should be, even with the roar of the primal in his mind, driving him to keep putting up a fight. ]
You may be armed with that accursed lance, but you will not hold me here another second longer, Estinien.
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Yield? I will not, not to you or anyone else who tries to get in my way.
[ Even so, this latest attempt to slam himself against the bars has rendered him just a hair unsteady, but he manages to catch himself and hold himself still even as he braces himself for what is certain to be an attack. It is what he wanted, after all, considering how he did his best to goad his old friend into taking action.
What he was not prepared for, however, is the speed with which Estinien moves. One minute, he is outside the cell; the next, he is charging the bars, the force of his speed sending Aymeric hurtling back, momentarily stunned. But then, before he can recover or react, Estinien is inside the cell with him, having thrown the key outside and locking the door once more.
At the same time as Estinien moves, Aymeric also changes position, having recovered from the staggering blow, intending to attempt striking out at Estinien, even though he has no weapon and his physical strength pales in comparison. But before he can even make contact, Estinien's strike with his lance catches Aymeric in the midsection, propelling him into the wall behind him, and the force with which he lands against the wall drives the air out of his lungs.
Knowing that he only has a split second before he is pinned to the wall, he lashes out with both hands, hoping to block Estinien's lance before the shaft of the long weapon traps him. If he can just catch it before that happens, he might be able to push against it and slip to one side. But his reflexes are not nearly as sharp as they should be, even with the roar of the primal in his mind, driving him to keep putting up a fight. ]
You may be armed with that accursed lance, but you will not hold me here another second longer, Estinien.