[ A stick of magic. A sword of magic. Perhaps, the next breath raw when sulphur and smoke strip it, their heartbeat of magic also.
They cut path — injuries here and there, cast. He thinks, absently, he may have severed a man's limb. He flails, screams, but they all flail and scream, and before them the fumes coil, inching wet. Earlier, in the aqueduct, the slick mounted and accrued to give chase. Now, oily, it seems to coat his lungs.
At the first rattle above, he turns, empty hand hovered over the girl's wrist, not yet gaining purchase. If the ceilings of the great pipes collapse, no sword can fight debris, however willing —
But no. Only sound. Only vibration. He hesitates, but resumes their course. ]
Do you speak for fear or habit?
[ He does not say, To excess.. Cannot stay her, but at least appease his mind. ]
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They cut path — injuries here and there, cast. He thinks, absently, he may have severed a man's limb. He flails, screams, but they all flail and scream, and before them the fumes coil, inching wet. Earlier, in the aqueduct, the slick mounted and accrued to give chase. Now, oily, it seems to coat his lungs.
At the first rattle above, he turns, empty hand hovered over the girl's wrist, not yet gaining purchase. If the ceilings of the great pipes collapse, no sword can fight debris, however willing —
But no. Only sound. Only vibration. He hesitates, but resumes their course. ]
Do you speak for fear or habit?
[ He does not say, To excess.. Cannot stay her, but at least appease his mind. ]