In that span of a heartbeat, Strange goes from barely awake to oh, someone is trying to strangle me.
His reflexes are quick — quicker than they once were — and so his paranoia instantly latches onto instinctively fighting back, even as the Urge’s fingers dig into his throat and Strange’s scarred hands scrabble and shove ineffectually at the elf’s arms, feeling his windpipe closing and his air suffocating. This is oddly familiar. He’s been choked before. Like, to a surprising degree of frequency, why is this always the bad guys’ go-to—
A rapid list of options scrolls through his mind, a set of tools. He could summon a spectral knife and bury it between Tav’s ribs, he could send a burst of fiery energy against him, but no, his hands are metaphorically tied because he doesn’t want to outright kill the elf, just—
What eventually comes is a roiling explosive wave of telekinesis, blasting outward from the sorcerer and sending the druid flying several feet away. The tent collapses as Tav-slash-Urge is flung through it, and Strange finds himself tangled up in the fabric, needing to scramble his way free of the now-clumsy construction. Gasping for breath, he comes stumbling out, searching for the other silhouette in the half-darkness and already reaching for more magic.
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Date: 2024-08-05 02:40 am (UTC)His reflexes are quick — quicker than they once were — and so his paranoia instantly latches onto instinctively fighting back, even as the Urge’s fingers dig into his throat and Strange’s scarred hands scrabble and shove ineffectually at the elf’s arms, feeling his windpipe closing and his air suffocating. This is oddly familiar. He’s been choked before. Like, to a surprising degree of frequency, why is this always the bad guys’ go-to—
A rapid list of options scrolls through his mind, a set of tools. He could summon a spectral knife and bury it between Tav’s ribs, he could send a burst of fiery energy against him, but no, his hands are metaphorically tied because he doesn’t want to outright kill the elf, just—
What eventually comes is a roiling explosive wave of telekinesis, blasting outward from the sorcerer and sending the druid flying several feet away. The tent collapses as Tav-slash-Urge is flung through it, and Strange finds himself tangled up in the fabric, needing to scramble his way free of the now-clumsy construction. Gasping for breath, he comes stumbling out, searching for the other silhouette in the half-darkness and already reaching for more magic.