"None of you GET it!" Martin's chains suddenly charged with light, and with a lash of his arms, they snapped free of the cell wall, and he rose to crooked length. "Don't you see?" he asked, now pleading with Joan. "Everything...everything is pointless! This whole world, this whole life...why even live it? Why inflict your selfish values on me and others when, in the end, everything you've gained will be SNATCHED away?!"
"Stay back!" Joan shouted. He shambled forward now, fingers twitching with unbridled anxiety, and she drew her blade. "Stand down, slave, or I will strike you down!"
Martin screamed, throwing up his arms, and for a bare second, the whole room seemed to tremble. "There you go again! You're hopeless...even when confronted with the truth, you still cling to idiotic values you think you deserve to have! I'll show you your true place!"
Joan yelled and leapt forward, swinging. A gesture from Martin, and painful frost tore into her gut, propelling her back into the corner. Her sword spun, clanged against the brick. As she slumped, her shield was torn away. Hands grabbed her neck, slammed her head into the corner like a punch. They gripped tighter and tighter.
Joan lashed out, striking Martin directly in the side of his cheek. He just kept screeching, choking her with strength he seemed to drag from hell itself, slamming her skull in the rock over and over, pummelling her until she bled. Her training, her flailing, suddenly amounted to nothing.
The hands squeezing her, choking off her air, did not stop even as blackness finally took her.