Mairon had exhausted himself rather early on as he tried to fight and didn’t realize how weak a human body is.
He slumped, even dozing off from sheer exhaustion as they traveled on horse-back. Because of this, he didn’t even realize where they were. He could barely hear the waves as his hearing had been muted.
The moment they fell into the ocean, Mairon stopped listening. He couldn’t – his terror deafened everything out.
He panicked, unable to even scream as he became white as a sheet. Ji’s freezing aura didn’t help as Mairon tried to weakly claw his way out of Ji’s grasp….
He was dunked in water.
And he was out. Limp as a corpse.
Even if he had expected a fearful reaction, this was overwhelming him with its sheer magnitude. To have the Maia suddenly unresponsive and limp in his arms made Ji Indur pause and refrain from dunking him any further. In the meantime the corsair who had been tossed into the ocean as well had joined him while the stabbed one had been helped on board where he had been bandaged with the hope he might recover.
What should he do now? Ji Indur was uncertain. To bring Mairon on board of his ship after he had wounded one of his men seemed like an unwise decision though they would not harm him against their captain’s wish. But to remain in the cold water with a man who was more corpse than living being…? With Osse nowhere to be seen, Ji Indur had to make a decision and he had to make it fast.
He knew of his cousin’s plight, and it was with fierce restraint that he had stayed in the deeps during Marion’s period of weakness. After the pain and humiliation he had suffered, he did not know if he would be able to resist the temptation to inflict equal devastation on the mortal mockery of the Maia. So he hid himself away for his own safety.
Until he felt the icy shadow that blackened the surface, the familiar swagger of Ji Indur darkened by the power and rage of his ring, and a very familiar essence with him. He may have avoided the battle, but the battle did not avoid him. Hearing his name bellowed, he gave up the resistance – surely he could not be blamed for defending his home, his charge, his realm.
Surging towards the point of conflict, he appeared as a scaled behemoth of his usual self, every bit the Terror his legends warned. His eyes flashed as he circled the floating guests, tail caging them in as he fixed his gaze on the limp offering. “Why do you bring him here? His presence is not welcome in my home,” he rumbled, scowling.
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