As the three toughs closed in on Loren, he let himself get pressed against the wall. His eyes remained dull, and he made no move to fight back. Nor did he move to empty his pockets. Of course, he didn't need to move to tap into his magic. He pressed against the knife with his telekinesis, doing his best to bat it aside so at least any cut wouldn't be immediately fatal. If he could, he'd flip it around and drive it through the first thugs' palm. At the same time, two wolves appeared, lunging for the other two attackers' legs, biting and snapping. All the while, the Launceleyn remained completely impassive, expressionless. LOREN Not quite an open book |
Funny how it all played out
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the Firebrand
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Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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