[Surely, with their Lord Commander so close, they'd not risk charging. Of this he was sure of, at least, casting an eye towards them for the briefest of moments before focusing intently on the mortal he had in his grasp. Those claws, razor sharp, do their damnedest to dig through whatever stood between them and Aymeric's skin, and he moved to drag him closer as Aymeric twisted and yanked at his arm.
The eyes beneath the helm were tainted red, the dragoon's pale skin streaked with dully glowing, twisting and winding lines. Blood vessels corrupted by the wyrm's malice, by the looks of them. It would have been easy, so very, very easy in that moment, to just rip the man limb from limb right there, right in front of his guard and indeed, in front of the waning dragoon himself, trapped deep inside the enraged wyrm.
And yet.
Perhaps it was a need to gloat, some desire to rub salt into the wound. Perhaps it was some cruel and twisted version of mercy. It would be impossible to tell, but the beast near smiled, exposing the edge of needle sharp teeth.]
I'll be so gracious to grant that last request. It's far more than you deserve.
[It was with the final syllable that the red slowly faded from steel blue eyes, and those brilliant lines receded just a hair. There, briefly, hatred and scorn turned to exhaustion, a soft, shuddering sigh slipping out as if for just a moment, some great pressure had been taken off his chest.]
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The eyes beneath the helm were tainted red, the dragoon's pale skin streaked with dully glowing, twisting and winding lines. Blood vessels corrupted by the wyrm's malice, by the looks of them. It would have been easy, so very, very easy in that moment, to just rip the man limb from limb right there, right in front of his guard and indeed, in front of the waning dragoon himself, trapped deep inside the enraged wyrm.
And yet.
Perhaps it was a need to gloat, some desire to rub salt into the wound. Perhaps it was some cruel and twisted version of mercy. It would be impossible to tell, but the beast near smiled, exposing the edge of needle sharp teeth.]
I'll be so gracious to grant that last request. It's far more than you deserve.
[It was with the final syllable that the red slowly faded from steel blue eyes, and those brilliant lines receded just a hair. There, briefly, hatred and scorn turned to exhaustion, a soft, shuddering sigh slipping out as if for just a moment, some great pressure had been taken off his chest.]