[No need to prep a subsequent spell. Jasper seems to have it covered with another teleporting act, catching the horse-and-herb thief off-guard. He wonders if theyβd have been so bold if they knew they were dealing with practitioners of, ah, very creative forms of magic, but it doesnβt matter know.
He straightens, flicking a wrist. The dagger of the thief having fallen on tree roots floats over to Stephen, who grabs it and tosses it aside.]
Better for everyone if you stay down.
[Thereβs a murmured curse in his direction; probably an insult born of a wounded pride and battered body. Stephen exhales and casts another spell to bind the manβs wrists together, leaving him there for now as he gazes up towards Jasper.
He watches him crush the other manβs hand under the harsh pressure of a boot heel. Winces with a disapproving frown.]
Heβs had enough. I donβt think heβll be getting up to fight in his state now.
[He heard that cry of pain. Probably fractured or twisted something.]
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He straightens, flicking a wrist. The dagger of the thief having fallen on tree roots floats over to Stephen, who grabs it and tosses it aside.]
Better for everyone if you stay down.
[Thereβs a murmured curse in his direction; probably an insult born of a wounded pride and battered body. Stephen exhales and casts another spell to bind the manβs wrists together, leaving him there for now as he gazes up towards Jasper.
He watches him crush the other manβs hand under the harsh pressure of a boot heel. Winces with a disapproving frown.]
Heβs had enough. I donβt think heβll be getting up to fight in his state now.
[He heard that cry of pain. Probably fractured or twisted something.]