For Titan, it was because of what nature and his own instincts had told him about the beast: he knew that if they attacked too soon, they would have no advantage against the Tyrant Wyrm: it had more weapons at its disposal than just the terrible verses it sang, or the way it rotted and poisoned the earth beneath their hooves.
And Morgan had experienced, for the first time, true fear: never before had she been so afraid of marching into battle. For this beast, this enemy, did not only go far beyond anything they had ever faced before, it also seemed to have no goal except for rampant destruction. It seemed to have no loyalties, no ties to anything on this world... and if it did serve something else, Morgan was afraid of what that must be.
Morgan's fears were not alleviated nor reassured, but instead compounded by the whispers that came from her lover. Her Paladin meant the best for her... but he did not have her warrior's spirit, which wanted to surge forwards in spite of how afraid she had become of the monster. But the young Templar of the Order had never been truly tried in fire: patrolling highways in groups and fighting bandits was far different from fighting the living dead and monstrosities like this.
He spoke to her in fearful tones, assuring her there was no cowardice in hiding from the fight, not when faced with a foe so great and evil. He made her feel guilty over the fallen, and begged not to see any others put at risk. He used his love as a lever, to tilt her convictions into his favor, to make her believe in words that from any other, she would consider to be nothing but foolishness and weakness.
When Sol came to fetch her siblings, she found neither of them wanted to risk the battle, and was infuriated. Her passion knew no restraint, and nor did her anger: all of her blood sang for revenge against the Tyrant Wyrm, and she felt herself more than a match for its raw power on the battlefield, if she was able to block its fearsome verses.
Titan reasoned with her, and pointed out that their soldiers were in no condition for journey and adventure. Many were still wounded, and not their minds, their bodies, nor their hearts had healed as fast as they three warriors had from the battle with the dragon-beast.
Morgan had no reason, no logic: her arguments appealed to the emotions, and to fear. Her few useful points were ones that Titan had already made, but this only served to further infuriate Sol. She was disgusted with Morgan acting like a frightened foal, and more, it only proved the further to her that Morgan's love for her Paladin was weakness.
In spite of anger and bloodlust, however, Sol eventually decided to negotiate with her siblings: she knew they had to strike soon, and Titan agreed. But the three of them would strike together against the beast together, in one coordinated effort, after a day of rest and preparation. Titan and Morgan both didn't think it was enough, but Sol thought it was too late: and as Sol had learned, a true negotiation was left all parties wanting.
And so, their path was set: the next day, they would make their strike against the Tyrant Wyrm.
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