Corbin grunted as he wasn't able to completely avoid the brute's strike to his knee. It wasn't disabling, but it was going to be sore for a few days. The dragon was making progress, and Corbin could feel his daughter's spirit returning to normal. She would wake soon. He was sorry he felt he had to make a point to the dragon, using his own flesh and blood to do so, but he didn't have a choice. This was how the vision foretold it.<br/><br/>Corbin's blade still held, even as his knee buckled, sending him to one knee on the floor. His fangs bared in a grimace as he fought to push back against the dragon's strength, "She is recovering right now. You know nothing of lies, only of your selfish desires. She will live, and your young with her. Feel the lost one's soul, and tell me of lies," he hissed out, pushing up hard and arching his blade to push the stronger man's weapon from him, before twisting away.<br/><br/>Vivian was in the next room, fighting to regain consciousness from the blackness. She was reliving those last moments over and over in her nightmare. Her father's own hand in her womb, tearing the babe from her. She awoke suddenly, wailing. Moving to her hands and knees, she screamed with grief into the floor. It was a heartbreaking sound, echoing even as the men fought.<br/><br/>Corbin's eyes hardened at the sound, his determination to make the dragon see sense with it. "She needs her mate. Not vengeance."