[ It's hardly a challenge, and the "fight" is over as swiftly as it began, leaving only the fog and faint traces of shade that descend and fade into nothing as they hit the ground.
He's reminded, vaguely, of dark nights spent running with Grainne at his side— quiet, faceless assassins that he felled without blinking, all for the love of a single woman.
The memory is a dull ache, but he knows that he would have protected her from anything, either way; a fearless princess that chose him over everything else.
When he turns around and points his spear-end on the ground, Diarmuid's expression is a mixture of calm and melancholy; there's no honor in killing creatures with no living will. ]
There doesn't seem to be anything else standing in our way. Please, be at ease.
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He's reminded, vaguely, of dark nights spent running with Grainne at his side— quiet, faceless assassins that he felled without blinking, all for the love of a single woman.
The memory is a dull ache, but he knows that he would have protected her from anything, either way; a fearless princess that chose him over everything else.
When he turns around and points his spear-end on the ground, Diarmuid's expression is a mixture of calm and melancholy; there's no honor in killing creatures with no living will. ]
There doesn't seem to be anything else standing in our way. Please, be at ease.