People scatter like pigeons at the first gunshot, and that's good but Jaeger can do better. There's a line in his mind, the space they'll need to keep the crowd away from the conflict, and he follows that with his power, stirring the force inside him that lets him do such amazing things.
Amazing, and terrifying. It shouldn't come so easily, it's been a bare trickle for months now, but at the presence of fear, it sparks to life. A curtain of ink-black shadow drops along the midway, cutting the milling people off from the scene and, oops, plunging a few of them at the edge into utter darkness. Cell phone lights vanish, illuminating nothing in the well of darkness, and in that black is the certainty that more is coming. That something has spotted them, targeted them, and is coming to deliver pain-and-blood-and-claws-and-steel.
Jaeger's breath catches at the sensation of power flooding his body again after so long, but somehow, somewhere, he finds that thread of control. He hadn't meant to catch anyone in the dark, but if they're running away, it means they aren't casualties waiting to happen. That's good. That's important, he can manage that.
Combat casting is fast casting, and Jaeger has experience in the fastest, dirtiest magic there is. It flits through his mind that he has options, so many options, for dealing with Penny, but he settles on something old, reliable, and terrible.
Penny isn't concerned with guns, and probably not knives, either. But steel blades, when there are a thousand of them, launched at extreme velocity? That's a different story. The whirling cloud is tight, compact, and aimed with terrible precision as it flashes into existence with hundreds of tiny glints of metal, tears through the space she occupies, and then vanishes into mist.
Not fatal, not yet. But it gets her attention, and draws a pained, panicked sound from her at the sudden and extensive damage. It might be healing already, but it's enough for her to notice.
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Amazing, and terrifying. It shouldn't come so easily, it's been a bare trickle for months now, but at the presence of fear, it sparks to life. A curtain of ink-black shadow drops along the midway, cutting the milling people off from the scene and, oops, plunging a few of them at the edge into utter darkness. Cell phone lights vanish, illuminating nothing in the well of darkness, and in that black is the certainty that more is coming. That something has spotted them, targeted them, and is coming to deliver pain-and-blood-and-claws-and-steel.
Jaeger's breath catches at the sensation of power flooding his body again after so long, but somehow, somewhere, he finds that thread of control. He hadn't meant to catch anyone in the dark, but if they're running away, it means they aren't casualties waiting to happen. That's good. That's important, he can manage that.
Combat casting is fast casting, and Jaeger has experience in the fastest, dirtiest magic there is. It flits through his mind that he has options, so many options, for dealing with Penny, but he settles on something old, reliable, and terrible.
Penny isn't concerned with guns, and probably not knives, either. But steel blades, when there are a thousand of them, launched at extreme velocity? That's a different story. The whirling cloud is tight, compact, and aimed with terrible precision as it flashes into existence with hundreds of tiny glints of metal, tears through the space she occupies, and then vanishes into mist.
Not fatal, not yet. But it gets her attention, and draws a pained, panicked sound from her at the sudden and extensive damage. It might be healing already, but it's enough for her to notice.