Before he can begin his countdown, however, one of the females, the youngest of the six guarding the cavern, and still conscious, if only barely, pleads with him. "N-no... please, s=spare... my only... son..." she whimpers, pathetically, tears forming in her eyes.<br/><br/>The wyrmling seems to be just as frightened as it had any right to be; the spirit possessing it had, for the moment, given up control, as it, more than likely, prepared for an escape, but it needed just a little more time, and would likely wait until the very last second possible.