Peridot has been more than happy to stay back for the time being and just, watch everything unfold with vague horror, since neither Nightshade or Ignatius are entities she came in here at all prepared to fight. She barely even knows who they are.
It's only when Steven is suddenly up and moving that she manages to tear her eyes away. "What--!?! Steven, wait--!" She reaches for him, selfishly, because logically she knows the wounded need his attention more than she needs the comfort of his presence, but her hand falls short, and she's left alone to watch the carnage unfold.
Nightshade grabs her attention next. It's only now that she's really looking at her while she's speaking that it clicks... this one exactly matches the description of the fae that took Amethyst. And now, it's trying to take Steven, too? When she only just got him back?
Hell no.
She's shaking; she doesn't really know what she can do to help, especially not against the likes of Ignatius... it's obvious what will happen if she uses her fire magic on him. She's scared, and still pretty far out of her depth... but she's not going to sit idly by while her friends are being threatened. She can't.
The iron poker, still burning dully with the remnants of the heat she'd laced it with when she'd launched it at the count, comes flying back to her hands. Peridot stands up, fangs flashing. Her hands have shifted to claws around her makeshift weapon.
"If you want him, you're going to have to go through ME to do it!" she snaps, hoping the trembling she's doing isn't giving away how terrified she is.
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It's only when Steven is suddenly up and moving that she manages to tear her eyes away. "What--!?! Steven, wait--!" She reaches for him, selfishly, because logically she knows the wounded need his attention more than she needs the comfort of his presence, but her hand falls short, and she's left alone to watch the carnage unfold.
Nightshade grabs her attention next. It's only now that she's really looking at her while she's speaking that it clicks... this one exactly matches the description of the fae that took Amethyst. And now, it's trying to take Steven, too? When she only just got him back?
Hell no.
She's shaking; she doesn't really know what she can do to help, especially not against the likes of Ignatius... it's obvious what will happen if she uses her fire magic on him. She's scared, and still pretty far out of her depth... but she's not going to sit idly by while her friends are being threatened. She can't.
The iron poker, still burning dully with the remnants of the heat she'd laced it with when she'd launched it at the count, comes flying back to her hands. Peridot stands up, fangs flashing. Her hands have shifted to claws around her makeshift weapon.
"If you want him, you're going to have to go through ME to do it!" she snaps, hoping the trembling she's doing isn't giving away how terrified she is.