[ The chamber is stifling with cinder and smoke, made all the more suffocating by the inhuman flames the monster fans with its own fury. "Ruinous woman--"
If his own suspicions hadn't been enough, that this chimera of Rinea's fear and pain repeats Somnus' accursed words is: she yet bleeds. Forgiveness had never truly been an option, for him creating a wound so deep.
Somnus' blade answers the beast's attack, parrying it then proceeding with another oblique strike. Metal against metal creates a cacophony of bellowing, hollow thunder within the chamber, rattling the cage-like ceiling as the two exchange blows. Without armor or magic, Somnus is at a disadvantage, but it is one for which he accounts by the swiftness of his greatsword. His expression remains severe, focused, and dark as he rushes against their opponent, and he fights against the facsimile forcing them back towards the altar, which would very well spell her doom. Injury goes ignored by either man, but blood trails the pattern of their steps. Until finally-- ]
On your knees-- [ --upon the dias, Somnus rounds on the monster, sidestepping the reach of the halberd and striking against its forearm, intending to maim it, or at the very least cause it to fall. He follows through with the blade leveled against its neck, but doesn't strike. Mercy: of she had asked for, of which he will grant; but he will not stand for her compassion to be taken advantage of. ] --and beg for your empress' forgiveness.
[ Can the boy relinquish his pride and make peace as she suggests, or is this simply wishful thinking on her part, the other half of "desire" of this fae-cavern? As he had said, he cannot face this for her. ]
cw: fantasy fighting, blood, etc
If his own suspicions hadn't been enough, that this chimera of Rinea's fear and pain repeats Somnus' accursed words is: she yet bleeds. Forgiveness had never truly been an option, for him creating a wound so deep.
Somnus' blade answers the beast's attack, parrying it then proceeding with another oblique strike. Metal against metal creates a cacophony of bellowing, hollow thunder within the chamber, rattling the cage-like ceiling as the two exchange blows. Without armor or magic, Somnus is at a disadvantage, but it is one for which he accounts by the swiftness of his greatsword. His expression remains severe, focused, and dark as he rushes against their opponent, and he fights against the facsimile forcing them back towards the altar, which would very well spell her doom. Injury goes ignored by either man, but blood trails the pattern of their steps. Until finally-- ]
On your knees-- [ --upon the dias, Somnus rounds on the monster, sidestepping the reach of the halberd and striking against its forearm, intending to maim it, or at the very least cause it to fall. He follows through with the blade leveled against its neck, but doesn't strike. Mercy: of she had asked for, of which he will grant; but he will not stand for her compassion to be taken advantage of. ] --and beg for your empress' forgiveness.
[ Can the boy relinquish his pride and make peace as she suggests, or is this simply wishful thinking on her part, the other half of "desire" of this fae-cavern? As he had said, he cannot face this for her. ]