our sins are washed away
Snorting, Saiden inclined his head in acknowledgment. The banter had been fun, but the training soon took that incredibly unexpected and unpleasant turn. The pain cut off as abruptly as it had appeared, and he groaned. Somehow, he managed to get a reply out through gritted teeth. "Not exactly how I like men inside me."
The echoes of the pain still ricochetting around his mind, leaving him with a pounding headache. Perhaps that was why he was slow to react. Still on his knees, as Remi threw the fire, the cook didn't so much dodge as collapse to one side.
While he did indeed call on some water to block, that left a cloud of steam that he couldn't control, and it scalded his entire left side as it passed over him, leaving it red and ugly looking. He tried to capture said steam with his air magic and fling it back at the alchemist.
The echoes of the pain still ricochetting around his mind, leaving him with a pounding headache. Perhaps that was why he was slow to react. Still on his knees, as Remi threw the fire, the cook didn't so much dodge as collapse to one side.
While he did indeed call on some water to block, that left a cloud of steam that he couldn't control, and it scalded his entire left side as it passed over him, leaving it red and ugly looking. He tried to capture said steam with his air magic and fling it back at the alchemist.
