It seemed short-sighted. [ He leans back against the boulder, practically conversational despite the green-blue glimmer overlaying his skin. He hasn't raised his hood, and the bandit's weapons lie discarded with their owner. He wanted protection, not escalation.
After all, he did suspect Bennet would notice his work. Stratos in turn notes his restrained reaction. He takes in the knight's condition with outward dispassion: berserker would be about the right word, if Bennet only fought with fury instead of joy. Certainly the mage has seen too much to be confident about dueling him. He just might not have a choice.
He'd feel much better if he were sure illusions would hold him. As it is the risk he's about to take sets his nerves on edge, the lingering charge in the air a promise of lightning. ]
And I thought this a good moment to repair our position.
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After all, he did suspect Bennet would notice his work. Stratos in turn notes his restrained reaction. He takes in the knight's condition with outward dispassion: berserker would be about the right word, if Bennet only fought with fury instead of joy. Certainly the mage has seen too much to be confident about dueling him. He just might not have a choice.
He'd feel much better if he were sure illusions would hold him. As it is the risk he's about to take sets his nerves on edge, the lingering charge in the air a promise of lightning. ]
And I thought this a good moment to repair our position.