Aluren’s head remained at an angle as he watched her cower, the fear in her eyes unmistakable. The woman’s aura pulsed, her essence creeping from the open wound though remaining bound to her physical form. Her soul was powerful, a beacon to the hollowed, especially in her wounded state, though he realized such, it wasn’t his focus. “There was nothing I could do, Merana.. I could not stop them!” He growled his words, sword now raised, pointed at her throat though still distanced from the fallen woman. “Why do you remain here and torment me?”<br/><br/>His voice echoed within the otherwise silent forest, no wildlife could be heard, as was always the case within these lands. He’d take another step forward, his wild gaze slowly scanning up her form until he focused upon her eyes intently. “You need to die with the rest of them… Be free.” His voice was calm, almost soothing as though a father to a child as he raised his blade up, gripping it with both hands to prepare a rather devastating swing that prepared to sever her defending arms and cut the throat behind them.<br/><br/>He took another step closer, his foot firmly planted in the ground as he turned to prepare his swing… until the fog in his mind had cleared. Regardless of her actions, he’d once more hesitate, his own eyes widening as he stares at those silver hues, horrified at what was happening. If not stopped, the knight would stagger back, his arms growing limp, causing the edge of his sword to pierce the ground by his side. Pointing with his free hand, he once more growled his words in a deep, commanding tone. “Who are you, girl?!”