[i]The beating stopped immediately. In his stupor, Gilgalad seized the weapon savagely, tearing from her brutalized hand with callous indifference. Pushing back with his left leg, he lifted himself up and off of Luana. He took the sword in hand, blade pointed to the ground, and stabbed it into the earth, the weapon easily passing through the gaps between the tiles. The King dropped his gaze down upon the shattered form of the First Sword, and sighed.[/i] "[b]I guess we had some...issues...to work through in that fight. I am sorry, Luana. As your King, it is my duty to safeguard my Kingdom and my People. Often I forget that, and often I am reminded of it by my own savage hand. I shall find something within the Vault to tend to your wounds immediately.[/b]" [i]For once, the Golden King's face showed a new emotion, one that had never before been seen there by the woman. It was regret, and sympathy, as well as some amount of shame.[/i]