"My lady, I cannot..." Madelk protested, the born warrior not having his normal tone of voice. His voice was usually very strong, though polite. Now, it was something feeble, holding an undercurrent of uncertainty. He wasn't really afraid of anything, aside from things like this. He was born and raised to protect, to fight, to lay his life on the line for someone else. He could look death in the face and not cower but this, this was a fate worse.
Yet not, in fact. He'd backed himself into a corner, up against one of the many, many trees in this forest. For living in this world for as long as he had, he was somewhat used to hacking it out as a Lucain. Being in his current form was almost foreign, though not unwelcome. It just might have been a bit easier to escape if he wasn't confined into having only two legs rather than four. He could jump higher and run faster as a Lucain. He could wield a blade in this form, but he would never hold one against her. Not...her, or any true lady.
[Madelk]