[Blood courses freely down his arm, a wound that would have been near lethal, had the wyrm not been bolstering the strength of his catch. Each attempt Nidhogg made to resurface only resulted in another, agonizing twist of the lance, though each vindictive and painful movement grew steadily less vicious. His control was waning quickly, so it would seem.]
I told... you to move... back.
[His tone was desperate, the edge to his words borne not of anger but of fear. Fear for Aymeric, as he could feel the wyrm's influence starting to spread across his mind once again like a pitch black fog. His words still managed to pierce the growing mire, though not dispel it, the corrupted lines creeping back across his face as he met Aymeric's eyes. The lance sank deeper with the other man's assistance, threatening to scrape against the dragoon's bone, but the blinding pain wasn't enough to keep the wyrm at bay. Already, that red, malevolent light was starting to seep back into once clear eyes, and Estinien shuddered.]
Don't... don't hold back, finish it, finish...
[He'd rather die, he'd rather die than be a vessel for the wyrm, he'd desperately hoped that he'd see Aymeric's blade pulled from the snow, and buried in his stomach. It was the last thing he could manage to choke out, before Nidhogg reclaimed him.
There was no warning, the dragoon's desperate plea interrupted by a howl of rage. Once more, the wyrm's influence overwhelmed him, and the now enraged man-turned-beast lurched forward. Teeth, rows of sharp, dagger like teeth, were bared as the former Elezen aimed snapped at the opposing man, aiming to sink them right into the junction of his jaw and neck.]
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I told... you to move... back.
[His tone was desperate, the edge to his words borne not of anger but of fear. Fear for Aymeric, as he could feel the wyrm's influence starting to spread across his mind once again like a pitch black fog. His words still managed to pierce the growing mire, though not dispel it, the corrupted lines creeping back across his face as he met Aymeric's eyes. The lance sank deeper with the other man's assistance, threatening to scrape against the dragoon's bone, but the blinding pain wasn't enough to keep the wyrm at bay. Already, that red, malevolent light was starting to seep back into once clear eyes, and Estinien shuddered.]
Don't... don't hold back, finish it, finish...
[He'd rather die, he'd rather die than be a vessel for the wyrm, he'd desperately hoped that he'd see Aymeric's blade pulled from the snow, and buried in his stomach. It was the last thing he could manage to choke out, before Nidhogg reclaimed him.
There was no warning, the dragoon's desperate plea interrupted by a howl of rage. Once more, the wyrm's influence overwhelmed him, and the now enraged man-turned-beast lurched forward. Teeth, rows of sharp, dagger like teeth, were bared as the former Elezen aimed snapped at the opposing man, aiming to sink them right into the junction of his jaw and neck.]