remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Last minute intervals, and not minding in the least – otherwise he’d been preparing for the multitudes of armory he intended to load into his bag of holding, and anything else they might require. A way to keep him busy, entertained before the impending, capricious terrors, mind capable of honing in on precision, even amongst and amidst more ridiculous endeavors.And it was Evie, so there was little hesitation in the matter.
He arrived, but no need for armaments at the ready. It’d be magic, incantations and enchantments, blistering maneuvers and cataclysmic displays; or opportunities to hone in precision, to sense rather than aim. So he nodded at his sister-in-law’s notions, not bothered in the least. “Blindfolded,” earned a smirk, as he’d committed to the same sort of provocation earlier in the season, only against a dragon and in hound form. The beast snorted as he tied it around his eyes, much easier to do with hands instead of a snout, then backed away a few paces. “Ready?”
And then a volley of promised contortions – easy at first – sentiments and segments of his least-practiced wieldings, the air circulating around him, building, brewing, brimming, until he sent it forward, intending for it to be a distracting measure.
out for vengeance
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