[ Times like this wearing plain old steel pays off. Stratos shuffles his crouch as if cowering, waits a beat, then lunges for his surprised assailant. He's trusting to surprise and his armour to deflect the knife. He can't hope for a disarm with his hands bound, but it's easy enough to grasp at the man- that's enough.
There's no light-show this time, no sparks or sound. Just the soft swish of power as he grasps the man's mind with his own will and soothes it. From the bandit's perspective, nothing noticeably changes - there's just the sure sense that actually, everything's fine. Sure, it sounds like there's a fight going on nearby - but he's found his buddy right here, hasn't he? There's nothing to worry about!
Stratos gives it a second - until the man babbles about ditching this lousy mess - before stepping away and giving him a smile. In his best Bruma accent: ] Sure. Hey, pal, lend me a hand with that knife of yours...
[ Yes, he's mimicking his little brother. No-one must ever know. ]
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There's no light-show this time, no sparks or sound. Just the soft swish of power as he grasps the man's mind with his own will and soothes it. From the bandit's perspective, nothing noticeably changes - there's just the sure sense that actually, everything's fine. Sure, it sounds like there's a fight going on nearby - but he's found his buddy right here, hasn't he? There's nothing to worry about!
Stratos gives it a second - until the man babbles about ditching this lousy mess - before stepping away and giving him a smile. In his best Bruma accent: ] Sure. Hey, pal, lend me a hand with that knife of yours...
[ Yes, he's mimicking his little brother. No-one must ever know. ]