It's getting dark quickly, and Kell is taking a shortcut he knows he shouldn't have. His usual way from the Cauldron to the castle walls is longer one, and he wants to be back in his room before nightfall. It doesn't seem like much of a risk. He'd done this a dozen of times. Met a few of the local criminals. Taught them a few lessons. Nothing drastic, just a few broken bones or knocked out teeth. So he's careless, distracted. He doesn't notice dark, masked figures until they surround him. Kell fights back like hell when they try to apprehend him. There's six of them, and he's throwing all he has at them. Ice spikes fly through the air only to disintegrate on the protective barriers of the attackers. Stone crumbles underneath, shooting upward to hold them in place. His own blood drips to the ground when uses it to control his surroundings. Several of his blows land, but there are six of them, and well guarded. It's hard to find an opening. Finally, when he's able to distract one of them, to reach out past his shield with his magic, Kell does not hesitate. He closes his hand into a fist, and every bone in the attackers snaps, tearing through both muscles and internal organs. The figure collapses on the ground like a broken doll into a pool of its own blood, flowing freely from every open wound. But Kell doesn't get to savour his victory. He doesn't get to make a single step before a blow lands to back of his head. One he did not see coming, too concentrated on that single attacker he was able to get to. Then all goes dark.
Abduction (open) cw: death, violence, mentions of blood, graphic descriptions of injuries
It doesn't seem like much of a risk. He'd done this a dozen of times. Met a few of the local criminals. Taught them a few lessons. Nothing drastic, just a few broken bones or knocked out teeth. So he's careless, distracted. He doesn't notice dark, masked figures until they surround him.
Kell fights back like hell when they try to apprehend him. There's six of them, and he's throwing all he has at them. Ice spikes fly through the air only to disintegrate on the protective barriers of the attackers. Stone crumbles underneath, shooting upward to hold them in place. His own blood drips to the ground when uses it to control his surroundings. Several of his blows land, but there are six of them, and well guarded. It's hard to find an opening.
Finally, when he's able to distract one of them, to reach out past his shield with his magic, Kell does not hesitate. He closes his hand into a fist, and every bone in the attackers snaps, tearing through both muscles and internal organs. The figure collapses on the ground like a broken doll into a pool of its own blood, flowing freely from every open wound.
But Kell doesn't get to savour his victory. He doesn't get to make a single step before a blow lands to back of his head. One he did not see coming, too concentrated on that single attacker he was able to get to. Then all goes dark.