What strength this man have, to smash Aegon's iron defenses, not once, but twice. Precious lifeblood dripping to the ground like a stiffled waterfall, he felt his strength draining. They say Fatigue makes a coward out of any man, but Aegon's biggest fear is failure. Not death. Everyone dies, but some death has more meaning. With a barely audible grunt,  he rushed forward towards the collared woman, eyes locked onto her captor in a declaration of intent. Aegon's armoured form crashed into the man with a loud  noise.<br/><br/>(charge at Man 2. If i can use my last roll, the attack is 19, if not, only 15. Damage is 11 or 16)