[ Koltira grabs Masamune by the wrist without further preamble. He had waited patiently when he saw someone unfamiliar come into view, waited for Masamune to draw near enough to touch. Whispers hiss in the back of his mind even as he reaches out, telling him to stop, to wait, to restrain himself. But he's tired, and he is not a patient man on the best of days.
He grits his teeth. There is magic in Masamune, just as he'd said. Koltira pulls on it, drawing it up, drawing it out, as the point of contact between them--Koltira's cool fingers gripping Masa's wrist in a vice--starts to shimmer from the power of the torrent. ]
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[ Koltira grabs Masamune by the wrist without further preamble. He had waited patiently when he saw someone unfamiliar come into view, waited for Masamune to draw near enough to touch. Whispers hiss in the back of his mind even as he reaches out, telling him to stop, to wait, to restrain himself. But he's tired, and he is not a patient man on the best of days.
He grits his teeth. There is magic in Masamune, just as he'd said. Koltira pulls on it, drawing it up, drawing it out, as the point of contact between them--Koltira's cool fingers gripping Masa's wrist in a vice--starts to shimmer from the power of the torrent. ]