[His eyes darted to the ring he wore just aside from Merida's. A ring of brass with an enchantment that could have put his spear to the test. It would take any wound dealt to another person and return it to him. Effectively, it was the same as reversing the concept of 'harm being taken' to undo what madness he would commit when he was insane. He didn't dwell too long on it, simply remembering it for its basic utility.
He would have to force himself to activate that ring if he ended up attacking anyone.
Merida's voice barely pulled him out of the fog--literally, at that point. A red fog had risen up from the dirt and between the gaps of cobble-stones beneath his feet, rising up like a misty spray of blood. As his eyes registered her, the mist began to lessen and lessen to the point of vanishing and Lancer was left with a dull-eyed gaze as he regarded Merida, as if waking up from a short nap.]
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He would have to force himself to activate that ring if he ended up attacking anyone.
Merida's voice barely pulled him out of the fog--literally, at that point. A red fog had risen up from the dirt and between the gaps of cobble-stones beneath his feet, rising up like a misty spray of blood. As his eyes registered her, the mist began to lessen and lessen to the point of vanishing and Lancer was left with a dull-eyed gaze as he regarded Merida, as if waking up from a short nap.]
Princess. What're you doing here?