At the same time Alicent yells for him to run and find help, the hooded figure thrusts a hand out. A powerful blast of magic — as if the air has solidified into a wall — knocks Wilhelm back. Stumbling, he lands in a heap on the ground. The knife spins from his hand. The horses scatter, spooked by the crackle of magic in the air. Their snorting and the beating of their hooves fade into the background.
Wilhelm rolls, reaching for his dropped knife, aiming to pop back up — but one of their assailants crushes his wrist beneath his booth. With a grunt, his grip springs open and he loses the knife again. The other assailant keeps him pinned to the ground with another blast of magic.
"What the fuck do you want from us?" he demands, jagged and sharp. At this point, he's not struggling to get up — he's struggling to curl up on himself in defense.
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At the same time Alicent yells for him to run and find help, the hooded figure thrusts a hand out. A powerful blast of magic — as if the air has solidified into a wall — knocks Wilhelm back. Stumbling, he lands in a heap on the ground. The knife spins from his hand. The horses scatter, spooked by the crackle of magic in the air. Their snorting and the beating of their hooves fade into the background.
Wilhelm rolls, reaching for his dropped knife, aiming to pop back up — but one of their assailants crushes his wrist beneath his booth. With a grunt, his grip springs open and he loses the knife again. The other assailant keeps him pinned to the ground with another blast of magic.
"What the fuck do you want from us?" he demands, jagged and sharp. At this point, he's not struggling to get up — he's struggling to curl up on himself in defense.