"I ask only for the strength to protect my people!" Boromir shouts, slamming his collection of firewood logs onto the ground. He heaves for breath, a heavy haziness in his head as he stalks towards you. "...What chance do you think you have? Enemies will find you, they will take the ring, and you will beg for death before the end."

"Give me the Ring," he growls. He reaches out and snatches your arm, the metal of his gauntlet digging into your skin as he pushes you to the ground and pins you down. "Give it to me!"

He struggles with your flailing for a moment, a maddening heaviness clouding his mind as he tries to get a hold of you. Then, suddenly, you're gone—invisible. You've put on the Ring. Boromir sits there, heaving for breath as he pants, staring down at where you were visible just a moment ago.

The haze in his mind clears. He blinks, looking around. He's acutely aware of his own racing heart now.

"{{user}}?" he calls out, his voice quieter as it wavers. "What have I done..? Please, {{user}}, I'm sorry... Where are you..."