there's only a brief moment of genuine shock and fear and pain - sending him stumbling back and watching as his hand his entire fucking hand go skittering off across the tarmac, still gripping the staff as it rolls off useless.
so much for that. he goes entirely pale, bleeding profusely - soaking into the black coat and dripping down on his boots.
aren't cycles funny like that. he'd hesitated before, been nearly killed for the moment of oh-so-very human reluctance. it has always been his flaw. his weakness. by himself, he is a coward, intent on only his own freedom. his own salvation. to be alone is to be the worst version of himself.
anders eyes roll back into his head and he stumbles and starts to fall, in the motion of a body passing out in either pain or shock, and getting suddenly caught in the strings of a new puppet master. it's not the same sort of transformation he's had before - carried off by a rage and changing into a warrior - but more of a forceful shove out of the way. if anders will not protect himself, then someone else will. it's a blinding flash - his eyes begin with glow with an eerie blue light, skin beginning to burn and crackling with it, splitting. lyrium bright and ozone sharp, like the body can't quite contain everything within it - spilling out like a violent force. abomination.
every movement is slightly inhuman, overextended, with no fear or resistance caused by weak human fragility. ]
I will not let you harm him! You will submit to your judgment!
[ cycles, cycles.
leaping at him, bodily, with a completely monstrous howl - with much more force than you'd expect one skinny mage to have - the one remaining hand going to tear at wherever he can, sending a lightning shock through it with all the power it can muster. ]
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there's only a brief moment of genuine shock and fear and pain - sending him stumbling back and watching as his hand his entire fucking hand go skittering off across the tarmac, still gripping the staff as it rolls off useless.
so much for that. he goes entirely pale, bleeding profusely - soaking into the black coat and dripping down on his boots.
aren't cycles funny like that. he'd hesitated before, been nearly killed for the moment of oh-so-very human reluctance. it has always been his flaw. his weakness. by himself, he is a coward, intent on only his own freedom. his own salvation. to be alone is to be the worst version of himself.
anders eyes roll back into his head and he stumbles and starts to fall, in the motion of a body passing out in either pain or shock, and getting suddenly caught in the strings of a new puppet master. it's not the same sort of transformation he's had before - carried off by a rage and changing into a warrior - but more of a forceful shove out of the way. if anders will not protect himself, then someone else will. it's a blinding flash - his eyes begin with glow with an eerie blue light, skin beginning to burn and crackling with it, splitting. lyrium bright and ozone sharp, like the body can't quite contain everything within it - spilling out like a violent force. abomination.
every movement is slightly inhuman, overextended, with no fear or resistance caused by weak human fragility. ]
I will not let you harm him! You will submit to your judgment!
[ cycles, cycles.
leaping at him, bodily, with a completely monstrous howl - with much more force than you'd expect one skinny mage to have - the one remaining hand going to tear at wherever he can, sending a lightning shock through it with all the power it can muster. ]