[ He is but a conduit for her true intentions as he always is. Reaching out unseen, feeling for the holes in the prisoner's defenses. All people have something whether they will it or not and he can sense the telltale signs of someone who is likewise accustom to the use of magics. He expects some resistance, then.
It isn't out of cruelty that he pushes forward, only from a desire to do what she bids. His brows press together as he concentrates and begins chanting as well, the liquid that is drying on his hands slowly spreading up his wrist and forearms and beginning to glow in a pale violet light.
Rather than invisible hands gently probing for an opening, he opts to make one.
Wire-like tendrils of a similar purple light wrap themselves around Geralt's form, as if blocked by some invisible dome. But the squeeze, tighten, bringing themselves closer and closer to his actual form. Breaking through the mind feels much like breaking through the flesh when it comes down to it, sharp points of pain and a pressure that does not relent. The longer he resists, the more lines appear and wrap themselves around him like the body of a snake. ]
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It isn't out of cruelty that he pushes forward, only from a desire to do what she bids. His brows press together as he concentrates and begins chanting as well, the liquid that is drying on his hands slowly spreading up his wrist and forearms and beginning to glow in a pale violet light.
Rather than invisible hands gently probing for an opening, he opts to make one.
Wire-like tendrils of a similar purple light wrap themselves around Geralt's form, as if blocked by some invisible dome. But the squeeze, tighten, bringing themselves closer and closer to his actual form. Breaking through the mind feels much like breaking through the flesh when it comes down to it, sharp points of pain and a pressure that does not relent. The longer he resists, the more lines appear and wrap themselves around him like the body of a snake. ]