(can the iron be stretched?)

(Yeah! Go for it.)

She quickly pulls at it, stretching it out before slapping it on his face and neck, wrapping it around his neck.

(That's all I got, I was thinking about putting it on his abdomen but then I thought of his clothes so eh, thought that was better.)

(It works!)

It hissed where it touched, and Edgebriar howled, jerking his arm from my neck as if burned. Ash lunged for Edgebriar. The Thornguard saw him coming and at the last second went for his sword, too late. Ash stepped within his guard and plunged the blade through his chest, so hard that it erupted out the knights back. Edgebriar staggered and fell away, hitting the water with a loud splash. He stared at the blood on his chest, than gazed up at them, his eyes blank and confused. "You dontunderstand," he gurgled, as Ash looked down on him sadly. "We were going to become...like them. Rowan...promised us. He promised" Then his eyes rolled up in his head, and thorny creepers slithered over his body, hiding him from view.

Ashs gaze was on Claire, curious and wary, like a strangers. "What did you do to him? How did you...?" He didn't finish

She was gasping for air, her hands rubbing the red mark on her throat.

Ash glanced once more at the thornbush, at the iron ring dangling from a twig, and shuddered. "Come here," he sighed, motioning her to a large rock. "Sit down. Let me see your face."

She walks over to him, sitting down and continuing to rub her neck as she glared at the floor.

"I'm sorry," he murmured as he examined her wound. The cut wasnt deep, more of a puncture wound than a gash, though he was sure it still hurt like hell. Ash knelt and studied it, then tore a strip from his sleeve and dunked it in a nearby puddle. He raised it to her face. "We would have met them no matter where we were going. We're just barely out of Tir Na Nog."

She holds up her hand for a moment, turning aways she begins coughing. "Sorry." She mumbles, running a hand through her hair. "It's not your fault, I had a feeling they sold us out. I just didn't want to make you upset." She mutters.

"Claire," he said sternly. "You will never disappoint me. You will never make me upset. Whenever I get mad, or angry, or any of that, it's directed at myself. Remember that, okay?" He hadn't pressed the cloth to her cheek yet, and had to re-wet it.