The Urge saws and cuts at the ropes, but they’re made out of pure force, their fiery edges fizzing with heat and light; more and more tendrils appear until they force the Urge down to his knees, immobilised.
Doctor Strange had once held the Mad Titan in place this way, despite all of Thanos’ brute strength. The elf is still thrashing and squirming and gripping the stake, but there’s another tidy, precise flicker of Strange’s hand and the stake goes flying off into the undergrowth. (Which also means there goes his shelter if he wanted to rebuild the tent, but whatever. There’s bigger problems to hand.)
He rummages through his bag and then sits down on the nearby log where they’d had dinner just a few hours ago, and starts working on unwinding some bandages, as slow and measured and unhurried as if he’s unpacking after a picnic. The magical restraints flex and tighten whenever the Urge tries to thrash out of them again.
“Really would appreciate it if you snapped out of it, Tav,” Strange says, conversational.
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Doctor Strange had once held the Mad Titan in place this way, despite all of Thanos’ brute strength. The elf is still thrashing and squirming and gripping the stake, but there’s another tidy, precise flicker of Strange’s hand and the stake goes flying off into the undergrowth. (Which also means there goes his shelter if he wanted to rebuild the tent, but whatever. There’s bigger problems to hand.)
He rummages through his bag and then sits down on the nearby log where they’d had dinner just a few hours ago, and starts working on unwinding some bandages, as slow and measured and unhurried as if he’s unpacking after a picnic. The magical restraints flex and tighten whenever the Urge tries to thrash out of them again.
“Really would appreciate it if you snapped out of it, Tav,” Strange says, conversational.