“Pretty name, it fits,” he said with a slight smile; perhaps it was the most sincere thing he said all day. An alarmed frown spread over his face when she took his hand and started binding it. Reluctantly, he complied, even with the given explanation and still a bit unsettled when he realized that the closest blade around was a bit out of reach.
“Binding me so I won’t go crazy, you say?” Wys snidely commented in his head. “Honey, I’m already there,” he wanted to say. Wanted to but didn’t, uncertain as how it would impact what would happen next. Irony permeated the air when the first time he took a moment to think in the present situation was when he was already tied to a stake. And mostly naked on top of that. It didn't take too long to realize that being tied, naked, and violated with a hammer wasn't his thing.
A few moments later he found his legs tied too, leaving Wys completely defenseless. Certainly not a situation he found himself often in, at least not until recently. And what was next? Hopefully, miracles. And definitely lots and lots of pain. His heartbeat sped up at the sight of the tool when Kavala raised it over her head. No, it looked definitely like a weapon now. If there was ever an appropriate time to back out, it was now. And the Knight knew he wouldn’t, he couldn’t and simply will not. The hammer swung.
He heard a familiar crunch, one he had definitely heard before; the jolted pain didn't leave him screaming, it knocked his breath out. He lay there, the ropes digging into his wrists, through the cloth as he instinctively tried to free himself. There was no calm mind at this time, all that's left was pain, mind-shattering pain that left his lungs numb and his wrists bleeding from the friction. And that look on Kavala's face; as if she actually enjoyed this. The hammer just kept swinging down, leaving more and more broken bones behind. And then she switched targets, and Wys couldn't even make out a single word of protest; the now powder-like bones in his legs prevented him to.
Two more swings and it was over. It was only then that Wystern finally screamed, though the scream was quite a bit weak. He couldn't pull his breaths together to piece something more, catching breath was more important now anyway. At this point there wasn't much he could do, and it was surprising that he stayed conscious after this, he hadn't the first time. perhaps it was the simple matter of not having Ararna through the stomach.
"And that's the end of you," he heard something whisper faintly. Wys simply waited, gritting his teeth, and didn't reply.