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Revan's eyes narrowed as he had raised the blade to strike down Kain in his moment of respite. It would have been a fatal strike, one to end this once and for all, but the man's words caught Revan off guard. The man's voice brought an uncanny familiarity to Revan's ears and when he resigned aggression, it was clear that Revan's character was being tested. He had to think it over atleast three times in his head before lowering the sword to his side. "...Who are you?" Revan asked with a demanding expression upon his face, his eyes beginning to widen. "...your voice. I know you..." He squints his eyes remembering the nightmare he woke up from. "...you were the man speaking in my dream..." Aggression finally ceased completely in his features. "...the aetheryte... you were the one who freed me." Revan began to piece things together slowly. "...why did you help me?"
As soon as the question was asked voices echoed from the spiraling stairway below, as did the sound of marching soldiers. Revan did not wait for a reply, instead grabbing the rope at his feet and making a noose of sorts, wrapping his hands inside the noose. "...we can die by their swords, or we can take our chances." He stands to the wall, gesturing for the wounded man to come close, as Revan rested a foot on the wall the Balista was hanging out over.
"The force of the bolt might be enough for us to clear the gap.... though I suspect this will likely have painful repercussions." He said looking out to the sea below. "...but I either fall with faith, or I accept death." He said glancing to the stairs. Revan and Kain were both capable fighters, but against trained soldiers, when at incredile odds, defeat was certain. Their only chance was to escape, and there was no going back the way they came. Revan gestured for Kain to wrap his hands in the noose as well.
There was little time, the soldiers would emmerge into the tower any second now.
As soon as the question was asked voices echoed from the spiraling stairway below, as did the sound of marching soldiers. Revan did not wait for a reply, instead grabbing the rope at his feet and making a noose of sorts, wrapping his hands inside the noose. "...we can die by their swords, or we can take our chances." He stands to the wall, gesturing for the wounded man to come close, as Revan rested a foot on the wall the Balista was hanging out over.
"The force of the bolt might be enough for us to clear the gap.... though I suspect this will likely have painful repercussions." He said looking out to the sea below. "...but I either fall with faith, or I accept death." He said glancing to the stairs. Revan and Kain were both capable fighters, but against trained soldiers, when at incredile odds, defeat was certain. Their only chance was to escape, and there was no going back the way they came. Revan gestured for Kain to wrap his hands in the noose as well.
There was little time, the soldiers would emmerge into the tower any second now.