[Training] Lightning and Blades

The anger in Zariah’s voice and in her face was as potent as any physical harm she could cause, if not more. Even the ache of his suddenly leaden muscles didn’t compare. Peter changed his angle of attack, moving to the side and skirting around instead of trying to approach her head on. Peter wasn’t sure how fine the line was between his magic and his common attacks, but he needed to change his strategy. His feet slowed, a hand moving and his eyes flicking upwards, betraying the weighted net that had appeared and was falling onto Zariah, but not the snare that appeared looped around her ankle, ready to be pulled taut when she moved. Peter had no illusions about either trap holding her long, but all he needed was a moment to dart in and lay a hand on her. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good