[A vice tightens around her heart and her blood runs cold at the sight of Connor being torn apart in front of her. The hazy dreamlike gleam to her eyes sharpens as a new anger fills her to her breaking point. That furry consumes her and the rest of the battle slips into the background.]
Let go Connor. [She whispers, her words dangerous and low.
There is no cast. Instead Justine steps forwards and reaches out with her hand. Her nails curl together as if crushing the air in her palm and then she pulls back, stealing the air from Nile's lungs. All of her pain, her fear, her anger, the torrent of chaotic emotions inside of her pours into that single spell and fuels it.]
You. [Her words are low and clipped.] Will. Not. Hurt. Him.
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Let go Connor. [She whispers, her words dangerous and low.
There is no cast. Instead Justine steps forwards and reaches out with her hand. Her nails curl together as if crushing the air in her palm and then she pulls back, stealing the air from Nile's lungs. All of her pain, her fear, her anger, the torrent of chaotic emotions inside of her pours into that single spell and fuels it.]
You. [Her words are low and clipped.] Will. Not. Hurt. Him.