Now here's a wild one. He would assume they really go in for body modification around here, which is reasonable when the whole population has a knack for flesh magic; except that the God of Necromancers can see beyond skin-deep, and what he glimpses is a marvel. He doesn't know what he's seeing, which seems to be the theme of the day.
Then the guy breaks out an honest-to-god lightsaber and twirls it like a baton, and John whistles lowly.
"You know," he says, all amusement, "I've always thought we could upgrade from rapiers."
It's funny until the guy grabs him from afar and pulls.
There is a split second in which John is genuinely blindsided, and he lurches forward like any other hapless puppet. This isn't a magic he recognizes; this doesn't touch his domain. But he can match like for like: without any outward movement, he tries to seize control of his opponent's hands and slacken the muscles. It's a gamble that the man has need of gesture to work his spells— that disarming him will let John regain his footing instead of barreling rudely forward— but it'll be a tidy trick if it works.
(Even the attempt brews something in him, a low sickly hum that buzzes in his teeth. The first signs of trouble.)
backdated to late september, for maul.
Now here's a wild one. He would assume they really go in for body modification around here, which is reasonable when the whole population has a knack for flesh magic; except that the God of Necromancers can see beyond skin-deep, and what he glimpses is a marvel. He doesn't know what he's seeing, which seems to be the theme of the day.
Then the guy breaks out an honest-to-god lightsaber and twirls it like a baton, and John whistles lowly.
"You know," he says, all amusement, "I've always thought we could upgrade from rapiers."
It's funny until the guy grabs him from afar and pulls.
There is a split second in which John is genuinely blindsided, and he lurches forward like any other hapless puppet. This isn't a magic he recognizes; this doesn't touch his domain. But he can match like for like: without any outward movement, he tries to seize control of his opponent's hands and slacken the muscles. It's a gamble that the man has need of gesture to work his spells— that disarming him will let John regain his footing instead of barreling rudely forward— but it'll be a tidy trick if it works.
(Even the attempt brews something in him, a low sickly hum that buzzes in his teeth. The first signs of trouble.)