Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150510174752/@comment-5543592-20150514021230

"They're not your brothers and sisters.  They're controlling you." Dacian tried to move to the side, but Kay was fast. Too fast. The blade caught him just above the hip and sunk into his flesh, and he dropped to a knee as a reaction. He eventually managed to stop it by seizing Kay's wrist, and restrained her arm. "Don't let them control you." He gasped, in clear pain.

Death now would be bad. With his amulet broken, he had no method of direct return to the mortal realm. He could be away for an hour. Or a day, year, decade, century, or even a millenium.

He gripped Kay's wrist and slowly pulled the sword out of the wound, making a pained grumbling sound deep in his throat as he did so. Once the blade was free, he pushed Kay back, almost too lightly, as she remained within easy striking range.