Ashlynn snapped back to the present moment with a sudden jerk as time began to flow again.
"Rrrraaagh!" Owain grunted in a combination of pain and exertion as he curled his right arm, pulling his sword-hand to his chest and Ashlynn along with it.
Ashlynn's mind was still caught between the visions she'd been shown by the dismembered, tortured, captive Ancient Oak and the present fight, and Owain pulled her off balance easily.
-CLATTER!-
Armor plates and chain mail clattered against each other as Ashlynn fell atop Owain. The position, advantageous as it was, didn't last long, however, as Owain quickly dragged her into a roll across the stone floor before coming to a stop atop her, straddling her waist as his armored figure towered above her.
