[ The cry of pain is enough indication that Aymeric's aim was true--yet it still did not have the intended effect. He had hoped that he could deliver a blow hard enough to render the wyrm helpless and from there they could go about extracting him from Estinien. Yet it seems all he has accomplished is to now send Nidhogg and, by association, his friend fleeing and out of reach.
Aymeric grits his teeth as he watches the dragon take to the sky. He stumbles a step, propping the blade back into the snow and using Naegling as a crutch to lend his weight as his left and returns once again to his neck.
The two Temple Knights come rushing to his side, bruised for their own efforts--efforts that have paid off in that all three of them leave with their lives and mostly intact. But this does not feel like a victory, not to Aymeric.
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Aymeric grits his teeth as he watches the dragon take to the sky. He stumbles a step, propping the blade back into the snow and using Naegling as a crutch to lend his weight as his left and returns once again to his neck.
The two Temple Knights come rushing to his side, bruised for their own efforts--efforts that have paid off in that all three of them leave with their lives and mostly intact. But this does not feel like a victory, not to Aymeric.
He has to ask himself...
Have I failed him? ]