[ It's a struggle to move, to push through the haze and the pain, but Blake is not about to let this advantage go. He finds his way to the Acolyte, throwing the whole of his weight into holding the arms, keeping them immobilized to relieve them the concern of magic. It's not pretty, but it's working for the moment.
In his struggle, he looks up at Jayden, a silent question written on his face: What now? Subdue until the people get out? Knock the Acolyte unconscious and hope they don't die? Tie them up and toss them aside? A bitter part of him wants to not care at all, to disregard this person's life for all the heartache and pain that's been wrought to and around them.
But that's not Blake, and probably not Jayden. They'll have to find another way. And soon, if the way Blake's grip is weakening is any indication. ]
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In his struggle, he looks up at Jayden, a silent question written on his face: What now? Subdue until the people get out? Knock the Acolyte unconscious and hope they don't die? Tie them up and toss them aside? A bitter part of him wants to not care at all, to disregard this person's life for all the heartache and pain that's been wrought to and around them.
But that's not Blake, and probably not Jayden. They'll have to find another way. And soon, if the way Blake's grip is weakening is any indication. ]