[ It is a risk he is all too willing to take--both Nidhogg's return and Estinien's ire. That there may be a chance, something he had nary considered beyond the wishful passing comments from Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light, but to have the evidence in front of him that Estinien is not merely a husk, that there is a part of him still there to preserve.
Selfishly, he wants that chance. For if it has to end the way he fears--the way he prepares himself--Aymeric would rather have tried.
Estinien's pleas hit like blows all their own, Aymeric's pained apology written across his face. ]
If it should come to that--
[ His promise, however, is cut short. One moment he is staring down Estinien, pushing the lance nearly through his arm, and the next he is on his back in the snow, letting out a gargle shout of his own as he feels sharp teeth pierce his flesh. He reaches out, but Naegling is one too many fulms off.
The knights charge forward again, shouting out for Aymeric and raising their swords to swipe and slash at the wyrm's wings and back--whatever they can find to dislodge him. ]
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Selfishly, he wants that chance. For if it has to end the way he fears--the way he prepares himself--Aymeric would rather have tried.
Estinien's pleas hit like blows all their own, Aymeric's pained apology written across his face. ]
If it should come to that--
[ His promise, however, is cut short. One moment he is staring down Estinien, pushing the lance nearly through his arm, and the next he is on his back in the snow, letting out a gargle shout of his own as he feels sharp teeth pierce his flesh. He reaches out, but Naegling is one too many fulms off.
The knights charge forward again, shouting out for Aymeric and raising their swords to swipe and slash at the wyrm's wings and back--whatever they can find to dislodge him. ]