Tristran lets go of her hand for a moment. "Find somewhere safe to hide," he tells her, completely taken over by some strange thing called Heroism.
It's probably the sword.
-- Which is being taken from its sheath now. He turns to the giant bird which has now spotted them and isn't quite willing to let go of possible prey -- her children are hungry, after all. It tries to swipe at the two of them, talons attempting to grasp at Yvaine.
He might not be at the same level as Alberic, but he can still handle the sword with relative ease.
"Quickly!" he tells the star as the bird lets out a deafening screech.
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Date: 2007-07-15 02:33 am (UTC)It's probably the sword.
-- Which is being taken from its sheath now. He turns to the giant bird which has now spotted them and isn't quite willing to let go of possible prey -- her children are hungry, after all. It tries to swipe at the two of them, talons attempting to grasp at Yvaine.
He might not be at the same level as Alberic, but he can still handle the sword with relative ease.
"Quickly!" he tells the star as the bird lets out a deafening screech.