And it might be a whim but it does work, well-done, one neat severing of the Gordian knot in the way that long years of habit and instinct have taught Viktor leverage and counter-weight and sheer physics, successfully swinging him downwards as he comes rappelling like some very spindly Tarzan out of the foliage.
But the descent is a little faster than expected and so Stephen cries out, alarmed, “Viktor—“ and the sorcerer suddenly finds himself tossing up another impromptu flare of magic, telekinetically catching the falling scientist and cushioning his landing. It’s not pretty, there’s still an impact, but at least it should slow him down for landing without breaking an ankle.
“Where the hell’d your cane go?” he asks, looking around, in lieu of another reflexive are you all right. Once upon a time he absolutely fucking hated always being asked if he was all right; out of respect, he automatically, instinctively veers away from it with Viktor.
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And it might be a whim but it does work, well-done, one neat severing of the Gordian knot in the way that long years of habit and instinct have taught Viktor leverage and counter-weight and sheer physics, successfully swinging him downwards as he comes rappelling like some very spindly Tarzan out of the foliage.
But the descent is a little faster than expected and so Stephen cries out, alarmed, “Viktor—“ and the sorcerer suddenly finds himself tossing up another impromptu flare of magic, telekinetically catching the falling scientist and cushioning his landing. It’s not pretty, there’s still an impact, but at least it should slow him down for landing without breaking an ankle.
“Where the hell’d your cane go?” he asks, looking around, in lieu of another reflexive are you all right. Once upon a time he absolutely fucking hated always being asked if he was all right; out of respect, he automatically, instinctively veers away from it with Viktor.