[i]The dragonslaying knightess only stared upon Bjorn silently, before she allowed a muffled sigh to escape her helm. The miraculous electricity of the gods - a golden yellow color - began to fight against the son of Balthazar's storm as she spoke with an undying perseverance. [/i] "Do not strike me down, Bjorn. It will bring no good, assaulting me. I know you as an honorable warrior, one who defends the people who cannot defend themselves. A brave-hearted soul - an everlasting shield in the dark night. You're better than this. I know you are. ...Forgive him. For his mistakes in the past. For his choices that lead to your suffering. I know the same exact feeling - you'd be surprised, but I know what it is like to be abandoned. To be cold, alone and starving, knowing that you may not be alive to see the sun rise in the morning.. ...Calm yourself, Bjorn. Do not let your inner demons take control.."