[ Aymeric gasps sharply as he's finally released, the chill of the air against the open wounds at his neck almost as sharp as the teeth that caused them. His left hand snaps up to try and stop some of the flow of blood as he rolls over onto his side, pushing onto his feet.

The first knight is slapped in the face with the force of one of the wings expanding--the second time that day the wyrm has sent him backwards, but he brandishes his sword at the same time, trying to do any damage he can before he loses his balance. The second narrowly dodges the other wing, ducking and holding her shield up to block if need be. Another hits her shield and she pushes back, joined by her companion to double the efforts.

Aymeric, having found his footing again, grabs his sword and quickly closes the distance between them once again. ]

Nidhogg!

[ He lets go of his neck, taking hold of the pummel with both hands despite how slippery it becomes with his own blood. ]

The war has ended! You were wronged and your rage was justified, but let us be rid of it! Those responsible have long perished and you doom your own children to suffer endlessly for days they had not born witness. If love is what once spurned you into action, let it be the reason why you abandon this crusade! Of this we have in common. To fight for those that we love!