Flint's penchant for dark fabrics mask the extent of the wound, how rapidly or far blood may be spreading. (More ominous, the way the darkness Flint had wrought dissolves like so much insubstantial smoke.)
Instantly, immediately, even as he pitches forward to close the distance between himself and the two men on the ground, John is plucking up power. When he speaks, his voice hums with malice:
"Don't move."
And Bertalan's freezes, entire body turned to a rictus before he can give that blade a wrenching twist, before he can kick up and away from Flint's hold. And with Bertalan immobilized for the moment, John's attention turns to the wound Flint's been dealt.
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Flint's penchant for dark fabrics mask the extent of the wound, how rapidly or far blood may be spreading. (More ominous, the way the darkness Flint had wrought dissolves like so much insubstantial smoke.)
Instantly, immediately, even as he pitches forward to close the distance between himself and the two men on the ground, John is plucking up power. When he speaks, his voice hums with malice:
"Don't move."
And Bertalan's freezes, entire body turned to a rictus before he can give that blade a wrenching twist, before he can kick up and away from Flint's hold. And with Bertalan immobilized for the moment, John's attention turns to the wound Flint's been dealt.