[Those wing beats would have been far more powerful, had it not been for the toll the lance wound had given him. His arm hung, practically useless at his side. Still attached, of course, but that wound was beyond what a mortal body could have otherwise taken. Bone occasionally gleamed through the split armor and sliced flesh, but the only indication the wyrm barely gave an indication that he was wounded, save perhaps for lighter blows.
How Aymeric was still standing was beyond him, but then, Nidhogg was a bit beyond idle musing. The fact that the elezen still stood was all that mattered, the why was utterly unimportant. The plea for peace, as heartfelt and as desperate as it was, was answered swiftly and viciously, Nidhogg spitting a mouthful of Aymeric's blood into the snow.]
A hundred years for you is but a blink of an eye for me and my kin, and you ask me to forget what your people have done? To my sister? To me?! Your pretty words are as substantial as air, and I will tear your kingdom and kind to pieces, starting here with you.
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How Aymeric was still standing was beyond him, but then, Nidhogg was a bit beyond idle musing. The fact that the elezen still stood was all that mattered, the why was utterly unimportant. The plea for peace, as heartfelt and as desperate as it was, was answered swiftly and viciously, Nidhogg spitting a mouthful of Aymeric's blood into the snow.]
A hundred years for you is but a blink of an eye for me and my kin, and you ask me to forget what your people have done? To my sister? To me?! Your pretty words are as substantial as air, and I will tear your kingdom and kind to pieces, starting here with you.