[He collides into Wanda, skids across the ground with his cloak shielding him shredding exposed skin from the friction. He expects the fabric to pull him to his feet, as it often does, except heβs enveloped by scarlet magic, instead, and toldβ
Get a hold of yourself.
As heβs planted back on the soles of his feet, he huffs out a:]
Really? Iβm not getting tossed around for fun, you know.
[Fighting words, indeed!!
Though to be fair, Wandaβs doing more effective work than him. Her hexes made short work of the creatureβs tentacles in a gruesome manner, leaving only a pained carapace, but all he can feel is relief β itβs nice to be on the same side, for a change.]
And if we land somewhere worse?
[The crawling corpses are closing in, the legion filling the space of the corridor, pressing hard against its walls like a thing (ironically) alive and pulsing.]
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Get a hold of yourself.
As heβs planted back on the soles of his feet, he huffs out a:]
Really? Iβm not getting tossed around for fun, you know.
[Fighting words, indeed!!
Though to be fair, Wandaβs doing more effective work than him. Her hexes made short work of the creatureβs tentacles in a gruesome manner, leaving only a pained carapace, but all he can feel is relief β itβs nice to be on the same side, for a change.]
And if we land somewhere worse?
[The crawling corpses are closing in, the legion filling the space of the corridor, pressing hard against its walls like a thing (ironically) alive and pulsing.]