Did you know that it's actually pretty hard on your stamina when you've been running around a shitty nasty winter fae space station for an hour with a new skeleton, alternately getting your ass kicked, kicking ass, and then having to move around a whole lot of boxes with other people's crap? It is, and that means Lion and Yuya peel ahead of Lambert while he brings up the rear, huffing and puffing. Maybe he needs to actually start picking up some of this fucking teleportation magic himself; Childermass never seems to be out of breath, except when Lambert--
That fond train of thought is forcibly wrenched back to the present when Lambert hears the tech shout and Lion's roar of pain. The reaction is immediate, the ring responding to his will, and when he rounds the corner, it's suddenly Ignatius primed for a fight, sword in hand and eyes ablaze.
"RELEASE THE BOY OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!
What the fuck, is that his voice? Well, it's his voice now. He storms forward, to all appearances ready to cut them down with the sword that's really probably comically small in fake Ignatius's hand.
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That fond train of thought is forcibly wrenched back to the present when Lambert hears the tech shout and Lion's roar of pain. The reaction is immediate, the ring responding to his will, and when he rounds the corner, it's suddenly Ignatius primed for a fight, sword in hand and eyes ablaze.
"RELEASE THE BOY OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!
What the fuck, is that his voice? Well, it's his voice now. He storms forward, to all appearances ready to cut them down with the sword that's really probably comically small in fake Ignatius's hand.