The shield is only half-corporeal, touching it like a burning pain as the Urge latches on, but the move is so unexpected — and the Urge’s tolerance for pain evidently so high — that it surprises the sorcerer. The stake gets past Strange’s guard, slashes a rip into his shoulder. He hisses, feeling the warm blood ebbing out into his robes, hot and sticky. It distracts him enough that the rest of the shield vanishes.
An illogical thought, sparking: Isaac is going to be so annoying sealing that cut.
It’s his first time witnessing the Dark Urge first-hand, only ever having heard it described to him. Any dreams of talking some sense into Tav and dramatically, cinematically, heroically shaking him out of his murderous stupor start to vanish as the elf takes another swipe, the stake slashing through Strange’s sleeve and cutting another thin line into his arm. Strange is quick on his feet, constantly pivoting backwards with monk-like agility, but he’s bleeding and the pain dulls his reflexes. He can’t keep dodging this forever.
So finally, with a muttered “Sorry, pal,” he hauls on the Fade again, and this time it’s some eldritch glowing flame-like ropes, lighting up the clearing, flying through the air and starting to slither around the Urge like snakes, tightening and constricting.
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Date: 2024-08-07 03:00 am (UTC)An illogical thought, sparking: Isaac is going to be so annoying sealing that cut.
It’s his first time witnessing the Dark Urge first-hand, only ever having heard it described to him. Any dreams of talking some sense into Tav and dramatically, cinematically, heroically shaking him out of his murderous stupor start to vanish as the elf takes another swipe, the stake slashing through Strange’s sleeve and cutting another thin line into his arm. Strange is quick on his feet, constantly pivoting backwards with monk-like agility, but he’s bleeding and the pain dulls his reflexes. He can’t keep dodging this forever.
So finally, with a muttered “Sorry, pal,” he hauls on the Fade again, and this time it’s some eldritch glowing flame-like ropes, lighting up the clearing, flying through the air and starting to slither around the Urge like snakes, tightening and constricting.