[The last thing Bardulf remembers is telling his companions to take that offer for a safe retreat before being knocked unconscious. Again. He would have loved for them to stay and fight for his retrieval, but they weren't strong enough for that. At least not in the state they were in at the time, but he doesn't expect them to return either. They barely knew him after all.
Bardulf has no clue how long he's been out for, but it's clear it's been long enough that his limbs already ache from being crucified like the man they'd rescued. He doesn't struggle against the bonds that hold him, only stares coldly back at Frulam.]
Fuck you.
[It's not said with the amount of force that he would normally say it with to someone he wants dead, but the vitriol he feels is still evident in his tone. His gut instinct is to spit in her face, but Bardulf hesitates to do so long enough that the moment for it to have any impact passes, and he continues to glare at her instead.]
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Date: 2018-03-24 04:29 am (UTC)Bardulf has no clue how long he's been out for, but it's clear it's been long enough that his limbs already ache from being crucified like the man they'd rescued. He doesn't struggle against the bonds that hold him, only stares coldly back at Frulam.]
Fuck you.
[It's not said with the amount of force that he would normally say it with to someone he wants dead, but the vitriol he feels is still evident in his tone. His gut instinct is to spit in her face, but Bardulf hesitates to do so long enough that the moment for it to have any impact passes, and he continues to glare at her instead.]