[ Aymeric continues his desperate effort to push away Estinien's lance, but already he can feel the strength, even the strength of a primal, beginning to wane. No! The voice in his mind shouts, clearly driven by a desperate need for Aymeric to keep fighting. ]
Your lance is nothing! Weapons can be broken, and yours is no exception to that, even with what remains of Nidhogg lending you his power.
[ But said lance presses against his chest, and a desperate cry that sounds more like an enraged scream bursts from Aymeric as he struggles to free himself.
So focused on trying to free himself from the lance that is still pinning him against the wall, Aymeric does not even register the arrival of the two Miqo'tes. There is a scuffle as whoever else has accompanied the sisters does what has been demanded by Estinien, but Aymeric pays no mind to what is going on. He sees Estinien glance to one side, and that is when Thordan rails at him once more.
Now! You must move now!
With what feels like the last bit of strength that he has, spurred on by the added strength he gets from Thordan's rage, Aymeric presses once more against the lance. Already short of breath from being slammed against the wall, he finds himself gasping for air as the lance is pressed even more against him.
Finally, he sinks to one knee, Thordan still shouting at him in his mind. But try as he might to stand once more, it seems that he no longer has the strength to rise.
His field of vision is beginning to darken around the edges as he slowly begins to succumb to the wounds he has already sustained, but he cannot give in, not yet: not before he makes one final attempt to persuade his friend to join his cause. ]
Estinien- [ A note of desperation is all too clear in his voice. ] You... You do not understand. [ He has to labor for each word he speaks, but he must make his friend understand. ] Ishgard will never know peace until all have come to join with us.
[ Still fighting against the darkness that is threatening to pull him under, he places one hand on the ground, leaning heavily on it even as he stares up at Estinien, as if the prolonged eye contact will sway his friend from his stance. ]
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Your lance is nothing! Weapons can be broken, and yours is no exception to that, even with what remains of Nidhogg lending you his power.
[ But said lance presses against his chest, and a desperate cry that sounds more like an enraged scream bursts from Aymeric as he struggles to free himself.
So focused on trying to free himself from the lance that is still pinning him against the wall, Aymeric does not even register the arrival of the two Miqo'tes. There is a scuffle as whoever else has accompanied the sisters does what has been demanded by Estinien, but Aymeric pays no mind to what is going on. He sees Estinien glance to one side, and that is when Thordan rails at him once more.
Now! You must move now!
With what feels like the last bit of strength that he has, spurred on by the added strength he gets from Thordan's rage, Aymeric presses once more against the lance. Already short of breath from being slammed against the wall, he finds himself gasping for air as the lance is pressed even more against him.
Finally, he sinks to one knee, Thordan still shouting at him in his mind. But try as he might to stand once more, it seems that he no longer has the strength to rise.
His field of vision is beginning to darken around the edges as he slowly begins to succumb to the wounds he has already sustained, but he cannot give in, not yet: not before he makes one final attempt to persuade his friend to join his cause. ]
Estinien- [ A note of desperation is all too clear in his voice. ] You... You do not understand. [ He has to labor for each word he speaks, but he must make his friend understand. ] Ishgard will never know peace until all have come to join with us.
[ Still fighting against the darkness that is threatening to pull him under, he places one hand on the ground, leaning heavily on it even as he stares up at Estinien, as if the prolonged eye contact will sway his friend from his stance. ]