[Wilhelm's so focused on the falling flames — willing the magic inside him to actually fucking work, willing the fire to scatter aside — that he doesn't notice Sylvain springing toward him until suddenly he's shoved into the wall. A surprised grunt pushes out of him.]
I had it under control.
[Which is a pretty strong assertion from someone who wasn't sure it would work up until the second it did. He pushes at Sylvain's shoulder — not rudely, but urgently. This is no time to linger. (It's no time to notice how tall this guy is either, but that's beside the point.)]
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I had it under control.
[Which is a pretty strong assertion from someone who wasn't sure it would work up until the second it did. He pushes at Sylvain's shoulder — not rudely, but urgently. This is no time to linger. (It's no time to notice how tall this guy is either, but that's beside the point.)]
Come on! Let's get the fuck out of here.