The prone lord glanced up at the twitching spider-thing. With labored breathing he rolled back onto hands and knees. "There is no trying." Mathias welcomed the wall as a place to lie back against, finally letting the sword he gripped so tightly rest in his lap. He drew in a deep breath, tense muscles easing a little more.

Mathias' eyes did not leave her for a moment. He looked determined but not bloodthirsty. "It looks like your movements are shot. If I wanted to kill you I could do so before you recover. You have appealed to me with speech so I will do so in kind. This sword does more than kill. You clearly noticed it before anything else. Threat of retaliation. That is partly why it's there. If you are no threat to me, I will not kill you."

The soft light of the torch kept the chamber illuminated. Stillness conquered the air around the two all except for distant echoes and the sound of passing water. "Now it's my turn. Do you want to kill me?" If this creature had a benevolent purpose then perhaps she could help him out of this abyssal maze.