[ Once Zidane drops to the ground, Somnus' hand lowers. The last of the sparks of magic fizzle at his fingertips, quieting.
Beyond the fields, and towards the city proper, the battle wages on. The longer it continues, the more Camelot cries for salvation as her people perish, one by one, at the might of the wraiths. If nothing is done, it will fall. All of it is beyond the other-worlder's power to stop. Here are but two of them, battling off to the side.
Somnus continues his subject from before, concluding: ]
So it is that your selflessness is your weakness— and your undoing.
[ While still crumpled upon the ground, and if he's not scrambled to his feet, Zidane may soon feel the cool tip of Somnus' blade against his neck, forcing him to look up. Mercy remains absent from his expression, as if he looks upon something that is vermin, far from personhood. ]
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Beyond the fields, and towards the city proper, the battle wages on. The longer it continues, the more Camelot cries for salvation as her people perish, one by one, at the might of the wraiths. If nothing is done, it will fall. All of it is beyond the other-worlder's power to stop. Here are but two of them, battling off to the side.
Somnus continues his subject from before, concluding: ]
So it is that your selflessness is your weakness— and your undoing.
[ While still crumpled upon the ground, and if he's not scrambled to his feet, Zidane may soon feel the cool tip of Somnus' blade against his neck, forcing him to look up. Mercy remains absent from his expression, as if he looks upon something that is vermin, far from personhood. ]
To whom may I deliver your corpse?