Sygrin looked up as he heard a groan in agony. His eyes went wide as he saw the succubus he smelled, but that wasn't the shock, it was the state of her. A torn open belly, too weak to even stand. The locks on his small cage magically opened. He stood up and stretched, his bone cracking as he did so. Now that he stood completely up, the malnourished body showed in his stomach, but he hadn't been here long enough to lose all his muscle. His limbs were still like tree trunks and he looked like he could crush a man's skull with a single hand.<br/><br/><br/>But seeing her like that made his jaw clench and muscles tense. It was exactly like it had been during his first command. That day was burned into his memory, his troop was a group of Wolvians all close enough to be enraged and still fight as a pack. The battle was glorious, they had tracked down a large group of the enemy that had taken many of their kind as prisoners. But he had made an error, he just had his pack plunge into battle without trying to take of the prisoners first. After they won the battle and many of their enemies were dead or fleeing, they saw the state of the prisoners. All killed in their cages, there was a succubus mother, her stomach flayed open like how Trinity’s was now. From that day forward he swore he would always think, plan and then act, and never just fight in a rage.<br/><br/><br/>That’s why he fought for control now, he couldn’t just rage in here, it would do nothing. He gripped his head, his hands shaking. Then he heard his song, but from a voice more soothing than he had ever heard before, could even dream of hearing. But it didn’t put him under her complete control, it calmed the rage and left him as his warrior self. He stood up straight and walked over to her and looked down. He then saw the collar on her, he had read many books, even about magic he could not create. These symbols did things with the mind, but nothing physical. Then he did embrace her, not because he had to but because he wanted to comfort her just as she asked. Sygrin had grown up to be a very protective person, he hated and sought to destroy evil. While wanting to protect everything good and innocent, and there was nothing more innocent and in need of protecting than pregnant women their unborn children. He would not hurt this mother further and certainly wasn’t going to cause to become pregnant again just for them to be hurt again.<br/><br/><br/>He spoke with a voice unbroken and with a new purpose. “I am Sygrin, Son of Greymor, 12th generation, 19 year veteran. I have fought beside a god, protected Dragons from harm, and commanded more soldiers than I could possibly count. I swear to you upon my father’s name that as long as I am able you will not feel pain. I have been afraid to make such strong bonds because too many of those I know have died. But I care not here, I couldn’t help a wounded mother once and it has pained me my whole life. Any pain you would feel, I shall feel, anyone you hate I shall hate, anyone you love I love. I accept the risks for you have felt pain and been through things I cannot allow. You ask for help and I give it to you, I will not let you down, no matter what, you have my aid.”<br/><br/><br/>He then looked up towards where he knew their tormentors lay watching. “Do you hear me! I shall never cause her pain! Do what you want to me, but I will not be moved, not by you or anyone! I am strong, I will not stand broken in this! For as long as I fight I will not lose, forever and always! I AM A WARRIOR! I fight for her and my warrior’s spirit lives for her! And for as long as it lives so shall she!” He then had his claws wrap around her collar and cut it off. It fell to the ground and nothing happened, except a feeling of relief for Trinity.<br/><br/><br/>Then the slavers moved it, four men with crossbows came to the other side of the cell. He covered her from them as they fired Silverion bolts at him, they flew with a magic aura that helped their aim. He growled low as they as they sank into his flesh. He barrred his teeth, ripped two of them out and threw them back at the slavers, striking two of them in the head. It went straight through with incredible force, the other two looked down in shock at their dead comrades. Sygrin then pulled out the other two and readied them, the men fled quickly. “COME AND FACE ME COWARDS!”<br/><br/><br/>But the slavers then came back with four glassy-eyed Wolvians, only a little smaller than Sygrin. They opened the gate, Sygrin burst forward with such a speed that caught them all off guard. He put his body in the way of the gate to keep it from closing. One of the Wolvians recovered and lunged at him, he blocked the swipe and plunged the Silverion bolt into the shoulder joint, disabling it. Mindless ones had one flaw, they did things out of habit. If they couldn’t do something the same way as always, they stopped trying. That one just backed up looking at it’s arm trying to get it to move.<br/><br/><br/>Sygrin was ready to take the rest, all he wanted was to grab someone important like the scarred man and make them let them out. Or at least enough for her to fly away, he didn’t care about himself. If he could just protect her, it would allow him to die without being broken. But then he heard chains clammer behind him, he looked to his horror as Trinity’s chains pulled her to a hidden entrance into the cell. He left the open gate immediately and tried to get to her. But he was too late, the entrance shut as if it had never been there with Trinity on the other side. When the slavers and mindless started to surround him he didn’t fight. It was pointless now, his only goal now was to keep the bond strong to take on any pain that would befall her. He They beat him but he wouldn’t let that distract him from the bond. He could feel she was scared, but safe at least for now. He didn’t think they’d hurt her too badly, after all it was his fault, the pain should go to him and him alone, and he was fine with that. To him Trinity represented everything that needed to be protected in the war and after. She was what he swore to defend and fight for,6