[ The lance buckles only slightly with Aymeric's attempt to catch it. Estinien pushes once more to pin his old friend between the lance and the wall. There is a struggle in his arms, for Aymeric is not simply a push over in his state. Estinien can tell that he mayhap misjudged the strength a primal can give to their enthralled. However, he knows Aymeric has sustained too many wounds to fight for long. ]
I will not? Let us test your theory. Could your God-King defeat my lance? You forget your history! Thordan fell before the might of Nidhogg!
[ He presses the lance further against Aymeric's chest in an attempt to further weaken him.
The Lord Speaker was not wrong in calling it an accursed weapon. It seethes with what little remains of the essence of the great wrym that was within him. Rage and hatred quelled and tempered into a weapon of peace and hope.
The sound of footsteps catches his ears, and then the door to the room of cells is thrown open. Seven hells! A quick glance is sent behind him, only long enough to catch the familiar small forms of two Miqo'tes.
He is out of time. ]
What is--Estinien?! Ay--
[ Estinien growls he does not need the healer of the two trying to interfere. He interrupts her then: ] Restrain her! Do NOT let her in!
[ Whoever she had brought will do well to listen to his barked order as he presses one last time into Aymeric. His eyes meet the glowing one of his old friend's. Yield, DAMN YOU! ]
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I will not? Let us test your theory. Could your God-King defeat my lance? You forget your history! Thordan fell before the might of Nidhogg!
[ He presses the lance further against Aymeric's chest in an attempt to further weaken him.
The Lord Speaker was not wrong in calling it an accursed weapon. It seethes with what little remains of the essence of the great wrym that was within him. Rage and hatred quelled and tempered into a weapon of peace and hope.
The sound of footsteps catches his ears, and then the door to the room of cells is thrown open. Seven hells! A quick glance is sent behind him, only long enough to catch the familiar small forms of two Miqo'tes.
He is out of time. ]
What is--Estinien?! Ay--
[ Estinien growls he does not need the healer of the two trying to interfere. He interrupts her then: ] Restrain her! Do NOT let her in!
[ Whoever she had brought will do well to listen to his barked order as he presses one last time into Aymeric. His eyes meet the glowing one of his old friend's. Yield, DAMN YOU! ]