Myr's no stranger to lightning magic; while his own strength with the primal elements had been fire, he'd electrocuted himself a time or two when he was younger and dumber. Generally there wasn't any getting used to it--it did whatever it damn well pleased with nerves and muscles and if you were lucky, you survived it.
He has a hunch, as he gets back to his feet--slower this time, singed petals fluttering to the ground between his awkwardly split hooves--he has a hunch he might know how this works. Two points is a line, three's a pattern...]
It hurt you. [His voice is more clotted, harder to make out; this hurts and it's done no small damage.] It's hurt them and doesn't know remorse for it. [That it did for Linden's sake-- He doesn't know, his brain is too fogged now to think that implication through the way it deserves.
It will be something to worry at later, should he survive. Pray they all survive.]
It will stop at nothing. If there were any other way,
[This time he doesn't back up from the barrier; it isn't in him to charge headlong at it so quickly again. Instead, he turns aside and sidles up to it to press all his flank against it.
If there were any other way, if I thought this could be done cleanly and without pain for you, I'd do it. Maker, I would.]
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Myr's no stranger to lightning magic; while his own strength with the primal elements had been fire, he'd electrocuted himself a time or two when he was younger and dumber. Generally there wasn't any getting used to it--it did whatever it damn well pleased with nerves and muscles and if you were lucky, you survived it.
He has a hunch, as he gets back to his feet--slower this time, singed petals fluttering to the ground between his awkwardly split hooves--he has a hunch he might know how this works. Two points is a line, three's a pattern...]
It hurt you. [His voice is more clotted, harder to make out; this hurts and it's done no small damage.] It's hurt them and doesn't know remorse for it. [That it did for Linden's sake-- He doesn't know, his brain is too fogged now to think that implication through the way it deserves.
It will be something to worry at later, should he survive. Pray they all survive.]
It will stop at nothing. If there were any other way,
[This time he doesn't back up from the barrier; it isn't in him to charge headlong at it so quickly again. Instead, he turns aside and sidles up to it to press all his flank against it.
If there were any other way, if I thought this could be done cleanly and without pain for you, I'd do it. Maker, I would.]