Posts from Dal Shabet Auto-translated

-It seems, Lady Agnet, - Ratislav allowed himself to remark, - you didn't want to allow casualties among the expedition participants. So, now you have an excellent chance to rid our group of another participant. And now, please, - the Tyrian approached the opponents, - put away your weapons and go in different directions, otherwise we will have to tie you both up.

– Tell that to her, Ratislav! While she’s tangled in my hair, I can’t just walk away, in case you haven’t noticed!

Lol, I thought you guys were already battling it out with axes...

No, Revan forbade it.

They still couldn't agree, gentlemen! But at least they got to witness a spectacle. ))
Dal Lang was determined to protect Kelenor at all costs. She was generally surprised by the mood in the group: yes, she expected something like this from some, like Adrian. But so many? And yet, it didn't matter. Agnet remembered the words from the Book, which she had paid particular attention to: "I have kept them because of your word; I have guarded them, and none of them has been lost." In her case, she understood them literally: she had already allowed one death and could not allow any more. Even if she had to use weapons to achieve this. This was a test. Until now, everything had been trivial: both the illnesses and the battles, it was all just... But now the test was real, and she had to do everything in her power and hold on until the end. She repeated the same words again, but out loud, although very quietly, so that only Raina could possibly distinguish some sounds, even if not the words. And she began to pray silently, asking the Creator to give her the strength to pass this test.

During the fall, Agnet dropped her spear and was unable to use it at the moment. The two women continued to fight on the ground, grabbing each other by the hair.
- You dyed bitch, - that was the only thing that could be heard from Rayna's lips; she had no intention of stopping the fight.

Amos Selig watched everything that was happening with a stoic expression. When everyone paused for a moment, he gently turned to Agnet:
- Agnet. You must understand how the laws of the world work. This man first poisoned our Mearef Silverknight, and then, seeing that Quetzl was preventing him from dying, he treacherously slit his throat. It doesn't matter what he did it for; he has already gone down that path. He crossed the line, Agnet. He violated the sanctity of another's life and must be punished with a similar punishment. For we are all human. We all walk under the Elizean sky. Agnet... - he continued softly. - I know how to calm him quickly and painlessly; I am a doctor.
As he said this, he slowly patted the pocket where his knife was, and then slowly drew it out.
- I can do it cleanly and quickly, and he will stop suffering. He will never see his family again, so why cause him more pain? There is nothing to be done; bad choices were made. Life does not always forgive mistakes. I will perform this last service. For him, and for Mearef. And after that, we will reach the ruins and unearth what we came for, so that all of this will not be in vain.

KILL HIM ALREADY OR LET HIM GO, HOW LONG MUST WE WAIT?

Since no one was in a hurry to stop the fight, Agnete was forced to continue, trying to double her efforts. If someone wanted to immediately carry out the sentence on Kelenor at that moment, she wouldn't be able to prevent it, so she used all her strength: the foolish mercenary shouldn't have stopped her, because this foolish brawl could have ended badly...
She didn't react to Zelig's speech. She only thought to herself: "Of course, a doctor. Or rather, a destroyer!"

First, Rayna headbutted Agnet, but then the girl put in twice as much effort, and they both rolled over: Agnet ended up on top, but was still in her opponent’s tight grip.

"Ugh, that hurts! It's obvious that this head is empty! There are only a few thoughts about money, just enough to weigh it down a bit! Or maybe..."
-- Raina, I'll pay you a thousand, and you fight for me! -- said the girl, not loosening her grip just in case. So that only Raina could hear. It might not be a very fair trick, but in the heat of the moment, nothing else comes to mind. And in any case, they would be outnumbered. -- Otherwise, you won't get anything at all, you idiot! Dead Silver Knights don't pay!

It seems that, currently consumed by her female rage, Raina wasn't thinking about money, or anything at all, except for her desire to win. This time, she held a large clump of blonde hair in her hand, while Agnet's lower lip was swollen from the unexpected blow.

Amos shook his head sadly and took a few steps towards the prisoner. He pulled out a pair of medical gloves and carefully put them on, then muttered:
- Well then. Let's get started.

Agnet was driven by a completely different desire. And she decided that in this case, she needed to stop being gentle, so she tried to take advantage of the fact that her opponent's hand (or hands?) was occupied with her hair ("What is she even doing with my hair?!"), as well as the fact that her own fists were armored, and directed a good series of punches at her opponent.
Seeing out of the corner of her eye what Amos was doing, she completely lost it.