[Koltira's grip tightens on Byfrost's hilt as he strides forward, his expression an unfulfilled threat, a mask of quaking, uncontrollable rage. He stands before Arthas, the sword held in front of him, and scowls through his clenched jaw.]
No. My place was never with you, Arthas. You forced me--and my brothers and sisters--to fight by your side.
[Unholy power swarms in a green miasma around Byfrost; the runeblade's aura seems different than usual, as if it's somehow grown in inherent strength since their last meeting. Evolved, perhaps. The runes glitter all along the blade, anticipating Koltira's intentions.]
no subject
No. My place was never with you, Arthas. You forced me--and my brothers and sisters--to fight by your side.
[Unholy power swarms in a green miasma around Byfrost; the runeblade's aura seems different than usual, as if it's somehow grown in inherent strength since their last meeting. Evolved, perhaps. The runes glitter all along the blade, anticipating Koltira's intentions.]
Never again.