[He takes a deep breath. Focuses. Using magic isn't much different than using his vision. He's tired, shaken and upset--but Alhaitham needs help.
And Kaveh's angry.]
Three...two...one. Now!
[The vines that erupt out of the nest are as thick as his leg and covered in thorns as long as his hand. They thin out as they rise, but they're still thick enough to wind around the sister's legs as they reach, and pull them crashing back down with a vengeance. The flowers that begin to bloom along the thorns are a deep, bloody red.
He didn't want to hurt Benedikta. But these things aren't her.]
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[He takes a deep breath. Focuses. Using magic isn't much different than using his vision. He's tired, shaken and upset--but Alhaitham needs help.
And Kaveh's angry.]
Three...two...one. Now!
[The vines that erupt out of the nest are as thick as his leg and covered in thorns as long as his hand. They thin out as they rise, but they're still thick enough to wind around the sister's legs as they reach, and pull them crashing back down with a vengeance. The flowers that begin to bloom along the thorns are a deep, bloody red.
He didn't want to hurt Benedikta. But these things aren't her.]