Arendelle's spirit was too weak or distant to overpower Gobbuto's will... or perhaps Gobbuto, himself, was specifically rejecting her assistance.
In either case, Tycondrius was confident he would not be denied.
⋖ Commander... I don't know how you know what you know, but the military secrets of-- ⋗
"I accept the terms and conditions," Tycon said with finality.
He turned to Natalya, cupping his hand near her ear to project his voice.
"Wife, I need you to keep my body safe."
Natalya's eyes widened-- which lasted only a brief moment before she returned a very displeased scowl.
"No," she warned, "Tycon. I said 'no.' Whatever it is you're planning--"
Tycon stripped off his coat, cutting into his sleeved outer bicep with the edge of Frozen Heart. He slathered the blade with his blood.
"Flame TAKE YOU, Tycon!" Natalya shouted, "Don't you DARE!!"
"He who dares, wins," Tycon said, somewhat apologetically.
