[Solomon nodded grimly, knowing that if it did come to a battle, his condition prevented him from operating with any effectiveness. It was all he could do to muster up the strength to shatter his restraints and take out the guards...
It was frustrating to say the least.
Their progress was slow, mainly due to the Chevalier's injuries. But it was his thoughts that crippled him... what did it matter if he did live through this explosion or not?
But if he didn't, there'd be no guarantee that Marishka would survive as well. And he couldn't allow her final death to be on his head, not with all she had done for him.]
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It was frustrating to say the least.
Their progress was slow, mainly due to the Chevalier's injuries. But it was his thoughts that crippled him... what did it matter if he did live through this explosion or not?
But if he didn't, there'd be no guarantee that Marishka would survive as well. And he couldn't allow her final death to be on his head, not with all she had done for him.]