tristan remained silent, he was thinking. clearly he couldn't escape this on his own, he needed assistance, even if it was merely a positive reinforcement to help him believe in himself. wait! belief! that was it! he required faith, faith in that which could combat the beings of hell, the lord. dropping to one knee, he planted stabbath in the ground, and held one hand on the hilt. "lord, i pray that you would guide my blade, and allow me to become your sword, to become the bane of all that is evil!" tistan was muttering very quietly as he prayed to a god he didn't think existed. he stayed on one knee, waiting for a sign of some sort as cody got closer.