01-18-2018, 11:04 PM
Eowyn’s being was transfixed with horror at the gore so callously thrown at her feet. The evil of Kopaka was then absoluted in her mind, and any shred of pity for the tortured nature of the toa was removed from her. Her surroundings remained as devoid of support as ever, but amidst the nothingness, she perceived a familiar shape, and with a halted, pained crawl, moved towards the abandoned blade of Hasuhyrne.
“You demand of me knowledge of my lord Aragorn?” she spoke as she crawled. And though it seemed to her that her voice was not loud enough to reach her enemy, Kopaka’s hollow eyes glinted in anticipation as she spoke. His blade stabbed into the priest’s arms, though Tethoril’s pain was already so great that this illicited but a slight moan. Tethoril was not Kopaka’s concern, his eyes tracked the shield maiden’s travel, noting with some joy the crimison trail that marked her journey. Eowyn’s weakened fingers closed around her sword’s hilt, and she turned towards Kopaka, grey eyes yet firm and unyielding.
“You know nothing of his honor, and do not think that he would hesitate to sacrifice it for the well being of us, mere soldiers!” she crawled towards her foe now, with a ponderous and deliberate pace, Hasuhyrne trailing behind her.
“But I will not so betray Lord Aragorn, for if I know his mind in the least, whatever fiend you serve will not gain power over him through my life!” She spoke, voice strained with pain and toil.
“I don’t care about your life. This isn’t about you, primeling. It is about the holy man here.” Kopaka spoke, twisting his blade to further mar the wound gouged in Tethoril’s arm, though bloodloss had mercifully robbed the man of his senses, “And exactly how literal you will allow that descriptor to be.”
“You shall not have victory over us, Monster! It will be naught but ashes in your mouth! I will die one thousand deaths before I betray Lord Aragorn to his enemies, as would every rider in the mark! We shall fight you to our last breath!”
Kopaka leered as she drew near, for where her valor held firm, her body lacked in fervor. She would be no threat to him in her weariness. He awaited her fatalistic retaliation with an eagerness, but when she reared up to strike his anticipation turned to shock as Kopaka perceived that he had never been her target.
“May you find rest in the halls of your fathers, son of Pelor.”
With the full might of her remaining strength, Eowyn brought Hasuhyrne down upon the unconscious priest.
“You demand of me knowledge of my lord Aragorn?” she spoke as she crawled. And though it seemed to her that her voice was not loud enough to reach her enemy, Kopaka’s hollow eyes glinted in anticipation as she spoke. His blade stabbed into the priest’s arms, though Tethoril’s pain was already so great that this illicited but a slight moan. Tethoril was not Kopaka’s concern, his eyes tracked the shield maiden’s travel, noting with some joy the crimison trail that marked her journey. Eowyn’s weakened fingers closed around her sword’s hilt, and she turned towards Kopaka, grey eyes yet firm and unyielding.
“You know nothing of his honor, and do not think that he would hesitate to sacrifice it for the well being of us, mere soldiers!” she crawled towards her foe now, with a ponderous and deliberate pace, Hasuhyrne trailing behind her.
“But I will not so betray Lord Aragorn, for if I know his mind in the least, whatever fiend you serve will not gain power over him through my life!” She spoke, voice strained with pain and toil.
“I don’t care about your life. This isn’t about you, primeling. It is about the holy man here.” Kopaka spoke, twisting his blade to further mar the wound gouged in Tethoril’s arm, though bloodloss had mercifully robbed the man of his senses, “And exactly how literal you will allow that descriptor to be.”
“You shall not have victory over us, Monster! It will be naught but ashes in your mouth! I will die one thousand deaths before I betray Lord Aragorn to his enemies, as would every rider in the mark! We shall fight you to our last breath!”
Kopaka leered as she drew near, for where her valor held firm, her body lacked in fervor. She would be no threat to him in her weariness. He awaited her fatalistic retaliation with an eagerness, but when she reared up to strike his anticipation turned to shock as Kopaka perceived that he had never been her target.
“May you find rest in the halls of your fathers, son of Pelor.”
With the full might of her remaining strength, Eowyn brought Hasuhyrne down upon the unconscious priest.