Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

His words, had clearly affected her. She even seemed a bit too proud of the fact, that he praised her as a greater creature. Even the more, he let it show that he wasn't afraid of her. For all her strength, he wouldn't fear it. He, as she, wouldn't become oppressed to the stronger, or to the more fortunate. Not that he thought, she would abuse these powers. He saw decency in most, before acting on the opposites. And in this creature, he saw so much more then decency. And again, as her hand touched his cheek, and lead his gaze back to hers, he showed no traces of fear, or disbelief. Only kept his eyes to her, and did as he'd been requested, as if a mute had requested something of him. He'd gotten the idea, that she wasn't able to speak. Or hindered of doing so, by the collar on her neck. And then, all assumptions of poshness from the creature, where pushed aside, as he saw the tears well in her eyes. The thankfulness in her gaze, at his offer of trust and help. She wasn't afraid to show how she felt. She was as decent and vulnerable as him. No over spoiled brat, only looking to see him kneel at her feet. Then, as her cheek met her hand, a gentle smile stroked his lips, as he tilted his head. The feel of his hand, would first be cooling, but soon warm and soft. Was she still able to feel her own power, even past the collar, she'd feel her powers dimmed, at his touch. Not entirely removed, considering her immense power, but she'd feel the touch of a Hellige. The touch of dispelling. It negated all powers, of the gods. All magics, almost no mater how powerful. There was only a few creatures, he'd never negated their entire ability to cast spells, and among them an ancient dragon, and now her. Some of her powers remained, but she'd feel the others dimmed. The warmth of his touch, tried to dim the shock of the dispelling, and so did his gentle eyes, as he realized her power. You are, indeed as I suspected, very powerful. Do not be alarmed by my touch, and it's effect. It's a power, I would never abuse. Especially not on someone as fair, and pure as yourself. He said with a silent voice. Then, as she moved closer to the bars, and gave her choked attempt to speak, he frowned lightly, realizing he'd been right in assuming the collar's effect. A silencer? He whispered, moving his hand to the collar, letting his fingers gently touch it. Sparks of blue thunder struck at his hands, seemingly trying to strike back the one touching it, but it seemed to have no effect upon him. One, with a defensive mechanism. I can not break this now, M'am. He added, as he gazed back into her eyes, now letting his hand meet her cheek again, gently stroking it with a thumb. This Kingdom be damned, for allowing atrocities like this. He mumbled, shaking his head lightly, before noises arose from the door nearby. His gaze quickly shot towards the door, before looking back to her. I shall return. And I will set you free. He promised, before swiftly taking a few quick steps towards the wall, opposite in the room to the door now breached, roaring guards charging towards him, and the cage. Arch groaned as he leaped upwards, kicking against a supporting pillar, sending him flying through the air, towards the nearby window, crashing through it with a sheering of glass.