705 Strength & Weakness

Neerin Neelia looked to Tycondrius with eyes that glowed an icy, electric blue. 

It was probably supposed to be intimidating. 

A threatening mien-- especially coming from a dovahkiin, was not something Tycon felt the need to react to. 

If Neerin were to attack him, he would respond. If the situation looked grim, he would escape the Reality Marble. 

If that was impossible-- if he were killed by the Dragon-Rank entity as probable logic dictated... then so be it. 

He would ensure he inflicted significant damages, in order to inconvenience the woman as much as possible. 

"You still value your past, Tyrael," Neerin's eyes sparked. "It is your strength... holding onto the name of Sol Invictus... seeking new companions to fill its ranks and to once again relive your glories."