[20:58:01] Pressed there, and disarmed. A spear in shoulder, and it to slid inward; pressing down, and as claims are made. Whether they be truth, or slander not to be determined, for all present there- or arriving- knew the truth as it stood.

"You kept yourself from him on Judas' words- do not pin that one me because you're nothing but a coward who can't stand up for herself!" He yells despite pain, and anything else holding against him.

Disarmed, and Fafnir's axe is stripped from his hold, leaving him with little in the way of protection save for blade otherwise left at hilt. She goes off on a monologue, and the author is saving time due to someone's ooc sleep schedule, so let's skip it.

"I'm not agreeing with any damn part of that- Kill me here if you want. You are not Kesi's mother; a whore is what you are, and a fake to this day!" Came the pained cries still even now. Refusal to bend, or to agree to those terms that were in no way in his favor.

"Should you not- I'll come after you again, touch Aksana and you'll pay a price- I swear that to you now. You're insane, and warped; your view of things has changed, and you should expect nothing but the death of a dog if you think that I'll remain here to watch as you move to kill my family." He wasn't for it.

As hans reaching out, one obstructed by her weapon- if still there - reaching out to her, pulling, tugging, and otherwise hoping to thwart advance in some way, shape, or form.
(Hendrix Este)