[ It is not a look that he should wear--despondent. For all the tragedy that Estinien has seen and experienced, he has ever pushed forward, fueled by his own stubbornness. For every hit, he has never yielded, never broken. But this--this has taken it's toll.
Yet it proves that what Nidhogg had said as true--Estinien does still retain pieces of himself, held prisoner inside of his own body, forced to watch the horrors the wyrm seems fit to wreck upon others as if they were by his own hands. His heart aches with the loosening grip and for a moment Aymeric has passing thought--
It need not be this way!
Then Estinien speaks and everything that follows happens quickly. He's released as Estinien impales himself, stumbling back a few steps as the monstrous scream makes his ears ring. The knights behind him both wince, but start to rush forward to retrieve their commander.
Aymeric shouts over his shoulder, ]
Stay back!
[ The knights freeze in place.
Despite Estinien's order, Aymeric closes the distance between them again. He stabs the end of his sword into the snow--close and ready should he need it--and grabs the pole of the dragoon's spear, helping push it further down into the muscle.
Arms can be mended. Flesh can be sewn.
There is hope.
Aymeric's brows push together tightly as he tries to catch Estinien's gaze, looking for any signs that the wyrm's attempts to retake control are successful. ]
You will not face this foe alone, no matter the battlefield!
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Yet it proves that what Nidhogg had said as true--Estinien does still retain pieces of himself, held prisoner inside of his own body, forced to watch the horrors the wyrm seems fit to wreck upon others as if they were by his own hands. His heart aches with the loosening grip and for a moment Aymeric has passing thought--
It need not be this way!
Then Estinien speaks and everything that follows happens quickly. He's released as Estinien impales himself, stumbling back a few steps as the monstrous scream makes his ears ring. The knights behind him both wince, but start to rush forward to retrieve their commander.
Aymeric shouts over his shoulder, ]
Stay back!
[ The knights freeze in place.
Despite Estinien's order, Aymeric closes the distance between them again. He stabs the end of his sword into the snow--close and ready should he need it--and grabs the pole of the dragoon's spear, helping push it further down into the muscle.
Arms can be mended. Flesh can be sewn.
There is hope.
Aymeric's brows push together tightly as he tries to catch Estinien's gaze, looking for any signs that the wyrm's attempts to retake control are successful. ]
You will not face this foe alone, no matter the battlefield!