He says nothing, only nods in a cold calculating way that doesn't break the veneer of placid rage etched into the lines on his face. It's a hard expression for a face so used to laughter and coy looks but it's settled on him and doesn't shift even as she begins the chase.
He keeps pace with her across the way, sticking to shadows and throwing walls of force at intervals where the two guards may turn away from the intended destination. Ice would leave evidence at least for awhile, but force is invisible and impenetrable, sending the guards bumbling and bumping into each other as they sprint away, arms up by their ears and yelling drunkenly about assault.
Arms up protecting their heads and necks, like Chris had from their attack.
The next force spell doesn't block a path but instead propels them down an alley of Amelia's choosing, sending them sprawling and scrambling with wide eyes and more urgent movements. They're starting to panic.
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He keeps pace with her across the way, sticking to shadows and throwing walls of force at intervals where the two guards may turn away from the intended destination. Ice would leave evidence at least for awhile, but force is invisible and impenetrable, sending the guards bumbling and bumping into each other as they sprint away, arms up by their ears and yelling drunkenly about assault.
Arms up protecting their heads and necks, like Chris had from their attack.
The next force spell doesn't block a path but instead propels them down an alley of Amelia's choosing, sending them sprawling and scrambling with wide eyes and more urgent movements. They're starting to panic.
Good.