"Enough."
He did not raise his voice, but the rumble of his words was deeper than usual, a hard roll of thunder through the training grounds. He had found the limit of what he was willing to watch her do to herself, even though she did not seem to have realized the line she had crossed. As the chakram cut towards her own stomach he moved with the swiftness of a striking seasnake, glad that he had closed the distance between them earlier.
He was no martyr, to place his own flesh between her blade and herself. His strength was a privilege he did not hesitate to use as he aimed for her wrist instead, intending to stop the hand that wielded the weapon by grabbing it.
And lifting it high over her head. Lifting her, if his grab was successful, and hauling her off the ground at arm's length as moonlit mist rose around them both, bright and healing regardless of whether his intervention had worked.
Even if he could not stop her, he could still heal more damage than she could cause herself. And his mist could do more than just heal - it could twist fate, just a little, so that even if she evaded his hand she might still slip and miss her attack on herself.
He would accept either outcome as preferable to watching her spill her intestines in the dirt.
"We are done."
Magic: Turn the Tide | Can cause a moonlit mist to rise in a 30 ft radius that heals allies while causing enemies to roll with disadvantage for one round. Has a 2 post cool-down between uses.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Hadama: 659.5/740
He did not raise his voice, but the rumble of his words was deeper than usual, a hard roll of thunder through the training grounds. He had found the limit of what he was willing to watch her do to herself, even though she did not seem to have realized the line she had crossed. As the chakram cut towards her own stomach he moved with the swiftness of a striking seasnake, glad that he had closed the distance between them earlier.
He was no martyr, to place his own flesh between her blade and herself. His strength was a privilege he did not hesitate to use as he aimed for her wrist instead, intending to stop the hand that wielded the weapon by grabbing it.
And lifting it high over her head. Lifting her, if his grab was successful, and hauling her off the ground at arm's length as moonlit mist rose around them both, bright and healing regardless of whether his intervention had worked.
Even if he could not stop her, he could still heal more damage than she could cause herself. And his mist could do more than just heal - it could twist fate, just a little, so that even if she evaded his hand she might still slip and miss her attack on herself.
He would accept either outcome as preferable to watching her spill her intestines in the dirt.
"We are done."
Magic: Turn the Tide | Can cause a moonlit mist to rise in a 30 ft radius that heals allies while causing enemies to roll with disadvantage for one round. Has a 2 post cool-down between uses.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Hadama: 659.5/740
