sah Taking a moment to consider his actions, Sah lets Iskra go. He's not sure why the man is still yelling, but he listens as the woodcutter gives further context to his rage. Ah. So that's what this was. The Wild Thunder nods, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. "I understand." His eyes trail to the front of his house, "If it had been one of my kids in her place, I'd be reacting similarly." Lethally. The small fraction of calm that had settled on his shoulders instantly vanishes at Iskra's next words. "You want me to what?" It's with wide eyes that he scans the man, noting how serious he is about this. Finding nothing but resolve, Sah lets out an incredulous noise. "Seriously?" Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he curses under his breath. "Fine." Stalking forward, he takes one of Iskra's wrists. With a tight grip on his magic, he calls forth his lightning. From what he's seen, Iskra isn't especially powerful. Not yet. The Wild Thunder suppresses the strength of his core element accordingly. It'll hurt. And leave a small burn that he can heal after, but it'll hopefully satisfy the woodcutter. Lighting crackles to life across Sah's hand, sinking into Iskra. He keeps his eyes on the man the entire time, just in case. After a mere heartbeat, it's over. The magic in the hybrid's hold quickly turns warm as healing magic begins to repair the damage. |
Not all that is fractured is broken
