Seeing the skirmish unfold, Ahmaht scowled. If Zel wouldn't have insisted on a duel, the large man would have stepped in and stopped the fight, using the Merideth woman as a negotiation point. However that all came crashing down as Merideth broke the halberd on Zel, Cethin captured Sylph, and then the purple-haired adversary stabbed Sigrun.<br/><br/>Ahmaht froze. Blood splattered everywhere. If only he'd acted quicker, Merideth's head would be lying on the ground. Instead, he dropped his blades and walked to the woman's side, kneeling next to her. He looked strangely calm, the only hint of sadness being the tears streaming from his eyes. He brought the middle and ring finger of his right hand to his lips, then pressed them against the space between Sigrun's eyes. He muttered something in his native tongue, then nodded. "She is a hero," he said. His voice was unnaturally still, giving off no emotion. His tone begot a hidden venom.<br/><br/>He gingerly pulled Sigrun closer, cradling her body carefully. "I want to ask your help, Zelgodis, but I fear there is nothing you can do, even if you were to drain my energy." His shell cracked suddenly. The man sobbed quietly, a couple of his tears splashing against Sigrun's face. He desperately wished he could do something to save the knight, though what that could be, he knew not.