[ Yet another reason not to turn his back on Tyr. Tyr makes his way over leisurely. He can tell by the darker red of Frey's blood and the dishevelled state of his feathers that Frey won't be getting up any time soon. ]
You idiot... You must love pain...
[ With that, Tyr takes a firm hold of Frey's plait and begins dragging the boy back/ ]
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You idiot... You must love pain...
[ With that, Tyr takes a firm hold of Frey's plait and begins dragging the boy back/ ]