[Sev gets her punches in. Koltira's rage rises with each hit she lands, boiling and burning up inside him just as powerfully as the decay on the ground, the decay still seeping into Seviilia's armor. The ice-fire of his eyes flares, and his whole body glows with unholy light as he drives his knee solidly up and into Sev's midsection. At the same time, he takes hold of her long hair and yanks, with enough force to crack her neck, to throw her back.]
I am not asking you to, you bloody fool! How dare you compare this situation with what we suffered under the Lich King.
[His free hand tightens its grip on Byfrost, and as he moves to throw her, he moves to swing as well -- the sword now engulfed in dark, plague-touched light.]
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I am not asking you to, you bloody fool! How dare you compare this situation with what we suffered under the Lich King.
[His free hand tightens its grip on Byfrost, and as he moves to throw her, he moves to swing as well -- the sword now engulfed in dark, plague-touched light.]
You are a disgrace.