For a moment, his fingers twitch, but he can't wait based on any worries or fears. Behind him, the fire crackles, livening too much that he can't put off Lisa's rescue.]
Then you will all die.
[Adrian holds up his sheathed sword, then pulls away the sheath. It hovers in the air before he commands it to fly at one of the other men, as if to make his point -- the man's head is gone, and the sword proceeds to fly through the air, prepared to begin its onslaught.
Turning away, Adrian breaches the flames with a wince. It won't do lasting damaged, but he can tolerate the pain and heal later. He imagines it should hurt more, being in a place of worship, but perhaps that says something about the cathedral.
Extending his nails into claws, he shreds his mother's bonds, wrapping her into his coat. Adrian pauses, looking over her features. Beaten, her beautiful hair having been cut, who knows what else.]
Mother. [The word is whispered, soft, gathering her into his arms.]
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For a moment, his fingers twitch, but he can't wait based on any worries or fears. Behind him, the fire crackles, livening too much that he can't put off Lisa's rescue.]
Then you will all die.
[Adrian holds up his sheathed sword, then pulls away the sheath. It hovers in the air before he commands it to fly at one of the other men, as if to make his point -- the man's head is gone, and the sword proceeds to fly through the air, prepared to begin its onslaught.
Turning away, Adrian breaches the flames with a wince. It won't do lasting damaged, but he can tolerate the pain and heal later. He imagines it should hurt more, being in a place of worship, but perhaps that says something about the cathedral.
Extending his nails into claws, he shreds his mother's bonds, wrapping her into his coat. Adrian pauses, looking over her features. Beaten, her beautiful hair having been cut, who knows what else.]
Mother. [The word is whispered, soft, gathering her into his arms.]