[ so many of the undead creatures fall around him one after the other, but he does not miss the final moment- the creature that gets through, the way she reaches up to use magic he immediately recognizes. it is not a spell he has heard her use before, and he is aware that is because it is new.
he lifts his head from the pile of bodies beneath him, breathless, as he meets her gaze while she looks back at him.
awareness is clear there in the dark, gold of his eyes. there is the slightest hint of his being impressed as well- offensive magic, and she wielded it with ease to crumple the body of the creature to the ground at her feet.
they say nothing. there is still not the safe space to do so, but the pause between them is weighted with tension they give no name to. he holds it - this moment, her stare before he nods, starting to walk once more (or prowl forward).
they will claw their way out of these tunnels if they have to. whatever may have come between them, there is little doubt of their determination. ]
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he lifts his head from the pile of bodies beneath him, breathless, as he meets her gaze while she looks back at him.
awareness is clear there in the dark, gold of his eyes. there is the slightest hint of his being impressed as well- offensive magic, and she wielded it with ease to crumple the body of the creature to the ground at her feet.
they say nothing. there is still not the safe space to do so, but the pause between them is weighted with tension they give no name to. he holds it - this moment, her stare before he nods, starting to walk once more (or prowl forward).
they will claw their way out of these tunnels if they have to. whatever may have come between them, there is little doubt of their determination. ]