50th Glade, 4622
There he lied in the cold, defeated by a woman of great magical strength. The portal was still open as she watched in spite as it closed. The Shard Resonator would short circuit itself of ether and burst in fragmented crystal. Great. No way back to where he came from. His eyes would meet the assassin that Dahlia hired to finish him off. His muscles felt weak, achey and numb as he grunted in pain, trying to move a muscle. He struggled as he watched the man pull out a knife.
Salen's body could only skitter short movements away as the Bane wasn't strong enough to fully apprehend him, only weaken some of his physicality "Any last words?" He added. He cursed in a growling tone "Curse you..." He would say, regaining some of his strength and threw himself unexpectedly, tumbling down the man with his own body weight. The knife flew in the air as it landed in the snow. At that point, Salen would crawl at the opportunity to try and get the knife, only to be dragged backwards by the assassin.
He would struggle relentlessly, forcing himself to kick and scream further, as he tried to fully get up. He limped away as his running speed was dampened by the effects of the curse that lingered amongst him. He fell to his knees again as the assassin would drag him by the hair, getting him into a sleeper hold and began strangling him. Salen struggled as he struggled, trying to fight for his life as he was being choked.
There he lied in the cold, defeated by a woman of great magical strength. The portal was still open as she watched in spite as it closed. The Shard Resonator would short circuit itself of ether and burst in fragmented crystal. Great. No way back to where he came from. His eyes would meet the assassin that Dahlia hired to finish him off. His muscles felt weak, achey and numb as he grunted in pain, trying to move a muscle. He struggled as he watched the man pull out a knife.
Salen's body could only skitter short movements away as the Bane wasn't strong enough to fully apprehend him, only weaken some of his physicality "Any last words?" He added. He cursed in a growling tone "Curse you..." He would say, regaining some of his strength and threw himself unexpectedly, tumbling down the man with his own body weight. The knife flew in the air as it landed in the snow. At that point, Salen would crawl at the opportunity to try and get the knife, only to be dragged backwards by the assassin.
He would struggle relentlessly, forcing himself to kick and scream further, as he tried to fully get up. He limped away as his running speed was dampened by the effects of the curse that lingered amongst him. He fell to his knees again as the assassin would drag him by the hair, getting him into a sleeper hold and began strangling him. Salen struggled as he struggled, trying to fight for his life as he was being choked.
