If a fae made mostly of flame could sweat, he would be. It shows on his face - his absolute shock, and deep unease. He doesn't have the practice to contain it. Things like this happen so rarely, and every time it's been a nightmare.
That fear can't remain, however. It has to be something useful, and so soon after it's swelled into anger. So, it was a trap, after all!
"Strange, I need you to help me kill them," Ignatius says, his voice tense. "Go!"
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If a fae made mostly of flame could sweat, he would be. It shows on his face - his absolute shock, and deep unease. He doesn't have the practice to contain it. Things like this happen so rarely, and every time it's been a nightmare.
That fear can't remain, however. It has to be something useful, and so soon after it's swelled into anger. So, it was a trap, after all!
"Strange, I need you to help me kill them," Ignatius says, his voice tense. "Go!"
Ignatius draws his sword.