Garyn backs himself against a tree and grits his teeth as the potion goes down. He doesn't start watching his comrades until he stops sizzling. Just enough time to see how the Dashade's fight ends. If you could call that a fight. No doubt Khem Val would do the same to him.
Once the wounds are mostly closed he rises to his feet. His hand drops to his waist, for all the good his sword would do against either of these two. Here was the grace that had taken his breath away by the lake. And against an opponent who was a match for her.
If the fight ends poorly, he won't have long to mourn. There will be little of him left to bury.
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Date: 2014-09-02 07:56 am (UTC)Once the wounds are mostly closed he rises to his feet. His hand drops to his waist, for all the good his sword would do against either of these two. Here was the grace that had taken his breath away by the lake. And against an opponent who was a match for her.
If the fight ends poorly, he won't have long to mourn. There will be little of him left to bury.