Two gladiators near Steve look to Avery but with a blade to their master's throat they do not move. He makes a choked sound, and looks towards his fellow Venatori.
"Gustavi! Timoteus!" Their names come out more of a strained squeak than anything else.
The gladiator fighting Korrin, seeing what's happening, loses his focus for a moment, creating an opening.
Merrill's plan works; the gladiators near Adelaide are all embroiled in roots and vines and dirt, struggling Gus is a little engaged, at present; there is a small flying elf (ugh, elves) to contend with, so close and volatile as to make casting difficult. He does, however, have a knife, and so he is trying to wrestle Merrill and stab her if he can, since he can't get a free moment to cast.
Timmy looks at his surrounds, and realises the situation is becoming increasingly futile. "Steverinus, calm yourself. For the glory of our Imperium, we are glad to lay down our lives!"
Steve quietly interjects, "I'm not, actually—"
"We are glad to lay down our lives," Timmy continues, more loudly, hands held high and reaching towards the sky. "Kill him if you must, but his blood will fuel our power, and only build upon the glory of our ancestors. The blood of Tevinter is only the more potent for my magics, and if it must be done, I will honour my friend's memory with victory—"
"Timoteus—"
"With victory, Steverinus, that will make all of Thedas quake! That will—"
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"Gustavi! Timoteus!" Their names come out more of a strained squeak than anything else.
The gladiator fighting Korrin, seeing what's happening, loses his focus for a moment, creating an opening.
Merrill's plan works; the gladiators near Adelaide are all embroiled in roots and vines and dirt, struggling
Gus is a little engaged, at present; there is a small flying elf (ugh, elves) to contend with, so close and volatile as to make casting difficult. He does, however, have a knife, and so he is trying to wrestle Merrill and stab her if he can, since he can't get a free moment to cast.
Timmy looks at his surrounds, and realises the situation is becoming increasingly futile. "Steverinus, calm yourself. For the glory of our Imperium, we are glad to lay down our lives!"
Steve quietly interjects, "I'm not, actually—"
"We are glad to lay down our lives," Timmy continues, more loudly, hands held high and reaching towards the sky. "Kill him if you must, but his blood will fuel our power, and only build upon the glory of our ancestors. The blood of Tevinter is only the more potent for my magics, and if it must be done, I will honour my friend's memory with victory—"
"Timoteus—"
"With victory, Steverinus, that will make all of Thedas quake! That will—"