[ If Ardyn were an average man, Zain might have been able to succeed in his plan. It was a simple one: disarm him, remove the dagger, be on his way still well-armed and never look back. But it becomes apparent from the moment Ardyn does not cry out at the injury that he is not the average man, if a man at all. Dread fills his heart and expression both once he lays eyes on the blackness rising from his skin. ]
W-What— [ No. It's no longer time for questions. He squandered his chance for answers.
Zain wrenches his hands from beneath Ardyn's, sacrificing his weapon in favor of creating distance between them. For what he lacks in intelligence he makes up for in the fact he is nimble, sprinting past the carriage to vault over a horse left by a long dead guardsmen. He casts a fearful glance over his shoulder, settles the skull beneath his arm, and snaps the reins for it to take off. ]
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W-What— [ No. It's no longer time for questions. He squandered his chance for answers.
Zain wrenches his hands from beneath Ardyn's, sacrificing his weapon in favor of creating distance between them. For what he lacks in intelligence he makes up for in the fact he is nimble, sprinting past the carriage to vault over a horse left by a long dead guardsmen. He casts a fearful glance over his shoulder, settles the skull beneath his arm, and snaps the reins for it to take off. ]