Myron remained still, his warrior's pride restraining his hand. There was no honour in striking down a man who had fought with such valour against an enemy that would have sent lesser men fleeing in terror.
Jolthar had stood his ground when many veteran knights would have broken ranks.
While Myron pondered his next move, a presence within him grew increasingly agitated.
Inadrys had been watching how Myron was hesitating.
WHY DO YOU HESITATE, SON? The voice of Inadrys resonated within Myron's skull, sending shards of pain through his temples.
THE BOY LIES HELPLESS. STRIKE NOW!
But Myron resisted the compulsion, a feat of will that left him trembling with exertion.
"Stay the fuck outta of my mind!!" Myron cursed under his breath.
Inadrys who had been watching from the clouds, the whole battle, his expression wrinkled. Myron was resisting him, and he didn't like it.
