Maedhros is starting to hate that grating noise, it's distracting and it's disturbing in it's own way. It's making it harder to follow the noise he's supposed to keep watch for, and he doesn't appreciate that one bit.
He prefers not to look into the dark miasma too long, it's making his eyes itch and his head hurt. It's unnatural. His entire being is rejecting the mere prescence of it.
"Nothing. There is nothing I can do against... that!" He might be prideful, but even he's not so delusional he thinks he'd last more than a second should he face her. Probably not even that, if he's being honest. There is no place to hide, either, and if he runs she will give chase.
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Maedhros is starting to hate that grating noise, it's distracting and it's disturbing in it's own way. It's making it harder to follow the noise he's supposed to keep watch for, and he doesn't appreciate that one bit.
He prefers not to look into the dark miasma too long, it's making his eyes itch and his head hurt. It's unnatural. His entire being is rejecting the mere prescence of it.
"Nothing. There is nothing I can do against... that!" He might be prideful, but even he's not so delusional he thinks he'd last more than a second should he face her. Probably not even that, if he's being honest. There is no place to hide, either, and if he runs she will give chase.