[ God, not again. At least this time it isn't his poor beleaguered wrist. Matt shivers as Tezcatlipoca's tongue swipes across the wound his teeth have made; when he looks down, he sees that a shape has started to form on the back of his hand.
Which is not even the most interesting piece of what's transpiring between them. When Matt summons up energy to give to someone else, or as a separate spell to power some magical project, it feels almost like a workout: exertion, followed by an endpoint. This feels more like having his blood drunk. A constant flow. ]
Oh, [ Matt says curiously. He steps back from Tezcatlipoca slightly, drawing in a breath to summon fire. The little column of flame that appears above his palm is smaller and dimmer than the one from a few minutes ago, and is slower to appear. ] Okay ... so maybe I should still be the bait. Or, uh--what's your plan?
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[ God, not again. At least this time it isn't his poor beleaguered wrist. Matt shivers as Tezcatlipoca's tongue swipes across the wound his teeth have made; when he looks down, he sees that a shape has started to form on the back of his hand.
Which is not even the most interesting piece of what's transpiring between them. When Matt summons up energy to give to someone else, or as a separate spell to power some magical project, it feels almost like a workout: exertion, followed by an endpoint. This feels more like having his blood drunk. A constant flow. ]
Oh, [ Matt says curiously. He steps back from Tezcatlipoca slightly, drawing in a breath to summon fire. The little column of flame that appears above his palm is smaller and dimmer than the one from a few minutes ago, and is slower to appear. ] Okay ... so maybe I should still be the bait. Or, uh--what's your plan?