Asha attempted to move, to protest, do something, anything, yet her limbs felt as heavy as lead and refused to listen to her commands. Her second try at speaking once more produced a painful raspy cough. But neither Theon nor this Jon paid her any heed. The dragonrider stepped forward and unsheathed a bronze sword covered with blackened veins that screamed danger. She watched on with trepidation for something to happen, yet nothing moved for a few impossibly long heartbeats. Then, Asha's eyes widened as Theon's head slid from his shoulders and slumped on the ground alongside his body. She had not even seen him move!