[As he rushes toward the memory, it seems to come back into focus, increasing in clarity and sharpness until it's as 'real' as the rest of the dream.
And the giant tree-like man turns, and holds out one hand, thrusting it at Shealtiel's chest to hold him back. His arm still has unnatural strength in it as he bars Shealtiel's way.]
Not your prey, hound. If the creeping mongrel cannot hunt for himself, he will have to wait for the scraps.
[The other hand is still restraining a faintly struggling Azula, who finally manages, not to push herself upright, but to pull herself deeper into the water, freeing her legs to kick two jets of fire. If the tree creature hadn't moved to stop Shealtiel, the fire would have hit him. Even still, he flinches back from the flame, releasing her and shrinking back from the blue flames, keeping his arm on Shealtiel.
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And the giant tree-like man turns, and holds out one hand, thrusting it at Shealtiel's chest to hold him back. His arm still has unnatural strength in it as he bars Shealtiel's way.]
Not your prey, hound. If the creeping mongrel cannot hunt for himself, he will have to wait for the scraps.
[The other hand is still restraining a faintly struggling Azula, who finally manages, not to push herself upright, but to pull herself deeper into the water, freeing her legs to kick two jets of fire. If the tree creature hadn't moved to stop Shealtiel, the fire would have hit him. Even still, he flinches back from the flame, releasing her and shrinking back from the blue flames, keeping his arm on Shealtiel.
Behind him, the younger Azula laughs.]