[ Killua growls, haltingly as those arms squeeze harder. He's gotten better at controlling his instincts, and he doesn't actually see the strange, largely machinelike Mirrorbound as a big threat, or things might have gone differently much earlier. As it is, he's going to do his best not to hurt him too badly -- there seems to be something wrong with him, mentally. Though Killua hasn't quite had time to understand what's really going on, despite his attention catching briefly on the mention of the Wilde.
He's a bit preoccupied. ]
I said... back off.
[ The metal is more unyielding than his own flesh, no matter how well-trained his muscles are, but there's another thing about metal: its conductivity. And Killua's specialty just happens to be electric.
It's not the same as his nen, but he's been practicing ever since he got here several months ago. He can't do it without an enchantment spoken aloud yet, but it's enough to mutter under his breath. Usually, he concentrates the magic in his hands, building up the current to set off elsewhere, but this time, Killua lets the bright blue light that flickers at his fingertips spring up his wrists and arms, making the hairs on his forearms stand on end. ]
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[ Killua growls, haltingly as those arms squeeze harder. He's gotten better at controlling his instincts, and he doesn't actually see the strange, largely machinelike Mirrorbound as a big threat, or things might have gone differently much earlier. As it is, he's going to do his best not to hurt him too badly -- there seems to be something wrong with him, mentally. Though Killua hasn't quite had time to understand what's really going on, despite his attention catching briefly on the mention of the Wilde.
He's a bit preoccupied. ]
I said... back off.
[ The metal is more unyielding than his own flesh, no matter how well-trained his muscles are, but there's another thing about metal: its conductivity. And Killua's specialty just happens to be electric.
It's not the same as his nen, but he's been practicing ever since he got here several months ago. He can't do it without an enchantment spoken aloud yet, but it's enough to mutter under his breath. Usually, he concentrates the magic in his hands, building up the current to set off elsewhere, but this time, Killua lets the bright blue light that flickers at his fingertips spring up his wrists and arms, making the hairs on his forearms stand on end. ]