[The footsteps rouse him, snap him out of the daze, as the hand comes down. Every joint is protesting, but he grasps for his own blade, swinging it up at the Chieftain's palm.]
[Something is still saying this can't be happening. That he can't have broken another promise. While something else kicks in, some shred of self-preservation.]
[He stabs at the oncoming hand, to ward it off long enough to get his feet back under him.]
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[Something is still saying this can't be happening. That he can't have broken another promise. While something else kicks in, some shred of self-preservation.]
[He stabs at the oncoming hand, to ward it off long enough to get his feet back under him.]