Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-25924729-20160602085208

The knight seemed to flinch at Ixina's screams, and when she mentioned Dalton's name. She turned to study the prisoner with concern, but her helmet's visor blocked any expression she may have shown. Still, her body language made her thoughts on the matter very clear.

A low growl emanated from the visor, and the woman slowly reached for a quiver of arrows strapped on each thigh, then froze, shook her head and stood back, fists clenched angrily at her sides.

Varna just watched impassively, and made her way down from the altar, gesturing to the guard who speared Ixina. He heaved the spear, wrenching Ixina up with another painful crunch in her shoulder, back to her knees.

Varna bent down to the Ixina, taking satisfaction in the girl's agonied writhing. The priestess hooked her chin with an index finger, and lifted her small head up to face her own. "Wrong choice..." she mocked, using what little command of the language she had, her voice rasping the words into a strange slur.

Varna then slapped her, hard. It it weren't for the spear pinning her body in place, Ixina would have been sent sprawling again. The guard swiveled ixina to face the statue again, while Varna flicked her hand with disgust, and repeated her demands.

But this time, she added an extra line at the end, with a cruel smirk. "Feel free to make the wrong choice, as many times as you like..."