Bellamy holds his gaze on Lexa for a moment, then shoves past her with muted brusqueness. He doesn't need her permissions or her suggestions.
The mage closest to them is focused on the barrier, just like his fellow; just like how Maris is focused on the golem. Bellamy doesn't bother to mute any of the magic that's being cast or dampen his power. It'll be cut off quickly enough. Stepping out from the narrow walkway, he grabs the mage around the mouth to silence him, pulls his head back against his shoulder, and draws his knife with quick clean force over his exposed throat.
Surprise, pain, death: all of it seizes the mage at once, loosens his knees. Bellamy keeps hold of him, sinks down to the floor with him to avoid the thud of a body. Lexa's path to Maris is clear, for now.
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The mage closest to them is focused on the barrier, just like his fellow; just like how Maris is focused on the golem. Bellamy doesn't bother to mute any of the magic that's being cast or dampen his power. It'll be cut off quickly enough. Stepping out from the narrow walkway, he grabs the mage around the mouth to silence him, pulls his head back against his shoulder, and draws his knife with quick clean force over his exposed throat.
Surprise, pain, death: all of it seizes the mage at once, loosens his knees. Bellamy keeps hold of him, sinks down to the floor with him to avoid the thud of a body. Lexa's path to Maris is clear, for now.