The blow, completely... okay. Not completely unexpected. Mar has expected something like that for some time. But he wasn't prepared for it, was the upshot, so it rocked him back on his heels. Nothing more; he wasn't a Blood Knight Master, a protection paladin, for nothing. He took a step back, blinking, before he lifted a hand to rub his chin.
He really had no response to Kaneis, because... well, he was wrong, plain and simple. Mar had deliberately set the value of his life below that of anyone else's when he first took up the sword and shield of the Blood Knights. The very act itself had been a sacrifice of part of himself, made when he chose to accept power drained from a naaru, and though that part had been made whole later, that didn't change the fact that he stood in front and took the hits so others didn't.
It was a choice.
The social dynamic here had just taken a very weird turn here, one he didn't believe, because seriously, if the Kaldorei showed up at the Sanctum and offered to trade Vas for him, he didn't believe for a second these two wouldn't be all over the offer.
"As.. optimistic as it is to think that the first person to approach them won't be captured or feathered with arrows," he said, gradually getting his verbal feet back under him, "the fact is that said first person is in danger and might very well be in trouble. Suppose I carried a flag of truce to where they could see it and waited for a response. If it's an attack, I have the best chance of surviving it of the three of us." He banged a fist on his chest, emphasizing the solid armor that covered it. "If it's capture, then my life's in no more danger than the rest of them. If they're willing to talk, I explain that I'm just one of the party and everyone else who's there to talk comes out."
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He really had no response to Kaneis, because... well, he was wrong, plain and simple. Mar had deliberately set the value of his life below that of anyone else's when he first took up the sword and shield of the Blood Knights. The very act itself had been a sacrifice of part of himself, made when he chose to accept power drained from a naaru, and though that part had been made whole later, that didn't change the fact that he stood in front and took the hits so others didn't.
It was a choice.
The social dynamic here had just taken a very weird turn here, one he didn't believe, because seriously, if the Kaldorei showed up at the Sanctum and offered to trade Vas for him, he didn't believe for a second these two wouldn't be all over the offer.
"As.. optimistic as it is to think that the first person to approach them won't be captured or feathered with arrows," he said, gradually getting his verbal feet back under him, "the fact is that said first person is in danger and might very well be in trouble. Suppose I carried a flag of truce to where they could see it and waited for a response. If it's an attack, I have the best chance of surviving it of the three of us." He banged a fist on his chest, emphasizing the solid armor that covered it. "If it's capture, then my life's in no more danger than the rest of them. If they're willing to talk, I explain that I'm just one of the party and everyone else who's there to talk comes out."