"Discipline," he murmured to himself again.
The Pandora Goblin tried tricks of other sorts. It brought to life weeping children, and it made them beg in soft voices for mercy from Dominus' blade. But Dominus could hardly hear, much less see. It was instinct that guided him, and his instincts found that central weakness that Arthur had found. The pain became his shield, nothing could pierce past it. Even when Penelope was conjured up out of sand in front of him, there was enough pain that he could barely make her out and his sword did not hesitate.
