The queen howled in pain as the flames licked at her, and Flint snapped himself back into serious attention, and rushed towards the beast. As he moved, a hand grabbed him and he was thrown into the banister, the wood splintering from the impact. A groan of pain escaped from his lungs, and he looked up as the king strolled towards him.<br/><br/>"Forgetting about me, are we? Pity. I had thought you would do the smart thing and run, but seems I misjudged your intelligence." He seemed almost mirthful as he spoke, eyeing flint up and down with critical eyes. Flint chuckled dryly. "Wouldn't you be scared I'd tell everyone about your plan?" he asked, hoping to buy some time to think of a plan. He really should have ran, and to be honest he didn't know why he hadn't when he realized something was off. "You'd think, but really, who'd trust the word of a thief?" Cordell laughed lightly, and pulled his blade from his belt,making his way towards Flint.<br/><br/>From his spot on the ground, Flint could see Alma holding the queen at bay, and tried to push himself up. "I resent that statement. I'm not just a common thief you know. Besides, you lot think so little of the people below, they'd believe me." He got himself to his feet and dusted himself off. "So you're from Low town. Well the common masses wont care for what the lot of you think. You're dirt to them." Flint frowned, because the king was right. The people didn't care. A dark chuckle came from the king, and he stopped, suddenly changing his demeanor. That put Flint off, and alarm bells started to go off in his head. A dull pain throbbed in his head, and he knew the king was digging around in there, but he couldn't move to stop it.<br/><br/>"I see....You hate them, don't you, Flint. They have hurt you, so much. I understand. That is why we are doing what we are doing. To cleanse the world of those fools. We don't have to fight. You're very powerful, and we could use you. Join us, and all the pain will go away." He was mere inches from Flint's face, and he reached out and ran his hand along his cheeks, eyes glowing with magic as he twisted his words into Flint's head. The pain got worse if he tried to fight, and he gasped, body shaking when it started to sear. Cordell tsked, and pryed harder, bringing up memories that Flint thought he buried for good, making him gasp and fall to his knees.