The white sheep of the family
The alchemist’s shove did little to actually dislodge the Launceleyn. As the hot blood splattered over Loren, though, his magic responded more quickly than he did, still pouring into Remi, already creeping into his throat and his stomach to repair the new damage. However, it didn’t take the summoner’s conscious mind to catch up with the fact that the alchemist had just torn himself open anew.
”No!” It was more scream than word, and it was echoed in the mental anguish he broadcasted to every attuned in range. Sliding his hand down Remi's shoulder, Loren tried to jerk it over the alchemist's head, while the summoner reached out with his free hand to do the same to the Remi's other hand. If successful with either hand, the Launceleyn would have his unicorn sit on one or both hands, before it lowered its horn to add its magic to the mix as well. "I need restraints or a sedative, preferably both!"
Loren and unicorn both heal Remi while trying to restrain his hands above his head and then having the unicorn sit on them.
”No!” It was more scream than word, and it was echoed in the mental anguish he broadcasted to every attuned in range. Sliding his hand down Remi's shoulder, Loren tried to jerk it over the alchemist's head, while the summoner reached out with his free hand to do the same to the Remi's other hand. If successful with either hand, the Launceleyn would have his unicorn sit on one or both hands, before it lowered its horn to add its magic to the mix as well. "I need restraints or a sedative, preferably both!"
Loren and unicorn both heal Remi while trying to restrain his hands above his head and then having the unicorn sit on them.
Will blood tell
