Ardnalil Just Doesn't Get It
As Noelle disengaged from Vel Lynn (who took a while to realize that Noelle had left her), and went to find a safe place to demorph. And remorph to make her way back to the forum. As she did, she found herself remembering her past . . .
<Noelle!! Get away from that monster!!> Ardnalil cried, galloping towards Noelle in what he clearly thought was a stalwart and brave manner. He was still trying to impress her with his "bravery" and "heroism". Noelle felt exasperated by this, as it didn't work the first hundred and forty-eight times, why would he ever think it would work now?
When he arrived, he roughly pushed her out of the way and decapitated the dead Aerophibian before rigor mortis could even set in with a single slash of his broad tail-blade. After this, he looked on proudly, thinking himself a great and powerful warrior for what he's done.
Noelle, however, saw him nothing more as swaggering diva who expected people to fawn over him endlessly for no other reason than he's him. This was precisely the reason that Noelle found him intolerable. The reason -- one of many, actually -- that they are no longer an item.
<That was unnecessary, you brainless twit!> Noelle yelled.
<I just save your life, Noelle!!> he protested. <This is how you thank your savior?>
<Oh, don't flatter yourself, Ardnalil,> Noelle scolded. <You already have an entire
town for that. Thinking you're some big war hero.>
a war hero,> Ardnalil said, addressing her very coldly now. His big hope to impress her by killing the strange, foreign creature had failed so thoroughly he actually sat up and took notice.
<I find that very hard to believe, War-Prince
Ardnalil-Shiacom-Maar,> Noelle said, derisively. <You see, I know you. And I know you to behave very dishonorably, just to win a cause, to win a war.>
<I do what I must. Andalite sovereignty supercedes that of lesser species in times of war or imminent galactic crisis. You wouldn't know, you're just a -->
<Just a what
, Ardnali?> Noelle said, not backing down despite Ardnalil's larger size and tail-blade. <Just a female
? Well, despite
your chauvinistic ideals to the contrary, Ardnalil, females have brains
, too, you know. And, despite your nosy remonstrations, I choose to actually use
mine. I could tell you a million things just plain wrong
about your argument about sovereignty, but I don't want to engage you in a debate about ethics when you're so clearly unarmed for it. Furthermore, your little scheme won't work.>
<Scheme? What scheme?>
<Don't pretend, Ardnalil. Don't lie -- you are not very good at it.> Noelle said, very crossly. <I have no interest -- NONE
-- with being your wife. Nothing -- you hear me? NOTHING
--- you do will ever change that stance. Nothing
. You have plenty of other females to fawn over you. Choose one of them
and leave me alone.>
Noelle was ready to leave. She was just so utterly sick and tired of defending herself from his relentless onslaught of unwanted advances and pressurings to marry him. She would sooner marry a rock than this blockhead. Why couldn't males ever seem to take 'no' for an answer? She wasn't obligated to marry him, like he seemed to think. She wasn't property to be owned. She was not a prize to be won at a carnival, and she really resented being treated as such.
But Ardnalil simply did not know when to give up. So determined was he to have Noelle as his wife, he would gladly force her into it, and force her to endure a unhappy marriage where he would call the shots and have total power of her. Her opinions on the matter mattered very little to Ardnalil.
He blocked her way, and said in a low, threatening sort of tone, <I'll have you as my wife, Noelle. Make no mistake about that.>
<Ardnalil,> Noelle said, in a scolding tone that one would usually reserve for misbehaving children. <I
get a say in this, too. And I say that you will never
have me as your wife. Never EVER
. I'd sooner die than marry you.>
Then she forced her way past him and galloped as fast as she could to her family's scoop. She had to leave. Had to get away from Ardnalil. As soon as Andalitely possible. Fortunately, she now had the means to do it.