[And yet he fights back with all his strength just the same, despite Nameless pushing him back with ease, drawing blood and making feet slip for purchase in the mud. And yet, he fights back with all the strength he can muster, even when his strikes follow through, even when he's wounded, even when an ordinary man wouldn't be able to carry on.
He cannot change history, but perhaps he could shatter under the effort of protecting a master he barely remembers.
He feels pain. He relishes in it, until his sword is cast from his hands and sticks upright in the mud too far away to retrieve. Until he looses his footing in the same movement and falls to his hands and knees.]
Just... take my head and finish it.
[He knows he won't, but... maybe... just maybe he will.]
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I do not intend to.
[And yet he fights back with all his strength just the same, despite Nameless pushing him back with ease, drawing blood and making feet slip for purchase in the mud. And yet, he fights back with all the strength he can muster, even when his strikes follow through, even when he's wounded, even when an ordinary man wouldn't be able to carry on.
He cannot change history, but perhaps he could shatter under the effort of protecting a master he barely remembers.
He feels pain. He relishes in it, until his sword is cast from his hands and sticks upright in the mud too far away to retrieve. Until he looses his footing in the same movement and falls to his hands and knees.]
Just... take my head and finish it.
[He knows he won't, but... maybe... just maybe he will.]