[In the moment he feels the whip snap around his arm, his heart stops in his chest. He'd considered the possibility earlier, but it slipped his mind as the battle progressed and none of the soldiers came to lend their strength... he hadn't expected to see another Aion using the very same whips that had been used to bind and torment him all this time.
He can't help but feel the fear of it - a deeply instilled terror of the helplessness these weapons had forced upon him, and the abuse that had been heaped upon him with no way for him to find satisfaction. Will it end the fight here? Would he find himself locked inside his own body again, like he had after being captured, like he had all those years ago? It shakes him enough that he cannot maneuver himself away quickly enough. The whip pulls him from the air, the force of her will through it stymying his effort to summon the power of the Stardiver.
The next thing he knows is that a punishing blow is being delivered against his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs and sending him plummeting to the ground.
It's all he can do to cushion his head as he hits the ground, the whip still cinched around his arm. Yet, as the pain radiates through him, his anger only grows. After all they suffered, after how far they've come... she would take up the weapons of their tormentors? She would seek to control him, to bind the others as hostages and bait. He won't stand for it. He cannot.
Though the heat of fury turns inside his belly, on the outside he seems to be staggered. He claws against the stone, trying to pick himself up, the blood from old and new wounds smearing across his skin. The rags of what was once his robe hangs off of him in pieces.]
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He can't help but feel the fear of it - a deeply instilled terror of the helplessness these weapons had forced upon him, and the abuse that had been heaped upon him with no way for him to find satisfaction. Will it end the fight here? Would he find himself locked inside his own body again, like he had after being captured, like he had all those years ago? It shakes him enough that he cannot maneuver himself away quickly enough. The whip pulls him from the air, the force of her will through it stymying his effort to summon the power of the Stardiver.
The next thing he knows is that a punishing blow is being delivered against his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs and sending him plummeting to the ground.
It's all he can do to cushion his head as he hits the ground, the whip still cinched around his arm. Yet, as the pain radiates through him, his anger only grows. After all they suffered, after how far they've come... she would take up the weapons of their tormentors? She would seek to control him, to bind the others as hostages and bait. He won't stand for it. He cannot.
Though the heat of fury turns inside his belly, on the outside he seems to be staggered. He claws against the stone, trying to pick himself up, the blood from old and new wounds smearing across his skin. The rags of what was once his robe hangs off of him in pieces.]