paladingus: (laying down the law)
Simon Ashlock ([personal profile] paladingus) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2017-08-16 09:10 pm (UTC)

He hadn't thought she would lash out so fast. He doesn't have the time to ready a defense without his sword in hand, doesn't have time to do anything but imagine in horrified flashes that knife plunging into his throat, or his eye--Wren knows templar armor better than anyone else in the room, and all its vulnerable points too.

He ducks, throwing himself out of the way, but the only thing that prevents it from being too little too late is that she's on the ground now as well. He can hear something going on in the cell behind him, and has a sinking pessimistic feeling that they might soon be down a valuable prisoner, but his strategy of simply waiting Wren out is looking now like a good way to decorate the cells festively with his own arterial spray.

He can't cut short the mages' fight and prevent that at the same time. Moving as quickly as he can, before Wren can retrieve the knife, he hauls himself to his feet and shuts the cell door on her, kicking the knife out of reach. A quick check back at the Venatori tells him they're both still breathing, but in the absence of shackles on either of them, it's going to be hard to guarantee that for much longer.

"Don't do it," he pants, raising a hand with only the promise of cleansing intervention in it. Words are easier to muster than that level of energy, though far less effective as a rule. "You know it's not worth it."

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