Peter, like Remi, did not recognize the man who stepped out of the burnt hole in the bushes at all. He did recognize the reaction his presence brought on in Zariah and Edrei though, the shudder of fear in them intimately familiar, a shade of it rippling through Peter.
As Zariah spoke, Peters eyes slipped over to Remi, glad he wasn’t the only one out of the loop, and thankful that he wasn’t the one who had had to ask who this was. ”Is he-“ Actually alive? The missing one? Whatever Peter has been going to ask, it was cut off, a barrage of lighting and fire surging towards him while a wave of decay rushed towards them. Peter stepped back, his body heavy, a blade ready in his hand. He hadn’t been ordered to do anything, he didn’t know this man, didn’t have any of the same history with him.
Deciding on the fly that inaction was worse than misplaced action, Peter threw the blade, his aim true, but his arm heavy, and the vital points now obscured by fire and lightning. He could only hope he hit something.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
