She sneers in disgust, struggling against him.

An explosion of brambles signaled the end of the last knight, and Ash came striding through the hedge toward them, a cold, murderous gleam in his eye.
"Stay where you are, Prince," Edgebriar spat, and pressed a cold black dagger against Claire's cheek. "Not another step, or I will gouge out her pretty eyes. The Iron King doesnt care if shes a bit damaged when she comes to him."

Ash stopped, lowering his blade, his eyes never leaving the knight. Edgebriar's chokehold loosened just the tiniest bit. With the knight standing this close, the knight smelled of sweat and leather, and something sharper, metallic. The ring on his hand glinted against his blackened finger as he held the knife point to her face.

"Now," Edgebriar panted, locking gazes with Ash, "I want you to put down your sword and swear you will not follow us." When Ash didnt move, Edgebriar stabbed the point of the knife into Claire's cheek, just enough to draw blood. Ash tensed. "I wont ask you again, Your Highness," Edgebriar growled. "Youve lost this battle. Put down your sword, and promise you will not follow us."

She stays silent.

"Edgebriar." Ash's voice was as cold as frozen steel. "Rowan has poisoned your mind, as surely as that iron is poisoning your insides. You can still walk away from this. Let me take the princess back to Arcadia, and then we can warn Mab about the Iron King and Rowan."

"Its too late." Edgebriar shook his head wildly. "Theyre already coming. You can't stop them, Ash. No one can." He chuckled, a note of madness coming to the surface, and tightened his stranglehold on Claire's neck. "All the kings army and all the kings men," he whispered, waving the knife in front of her eyes, "came to Faery on the day it would end."

All right, enough was enough. Edgebriar had lost it; he had taken a long walk off the short end. Claire had to do something, anything.

The metal ring was glowing white, pulsing with energy. There was glamour around it, and maybe Claire could work with it. The ring shimmered, fluid and alive, eager to be worked upon. To be shaped into something new.

(Wait! Which hand?!)

(Edgebriar's hand...sorry for being so confusing)

(no I meant the one holding the weapon or the one around her throat?)

(Oh. The one holding the weapon. Sorry again xD)

(xd np)

She suddenly grabs his hand, snatching the ring and releasing him from it's hold.

(So like, just shape it into anything???)

(It's up to you!)

Edgebriar jerked, looking startled.

(Iron eats away at the flesh of fey. I figured that could be useful to let you know. Figured it could help you decide what to do with it)