[ Koltira scowls as he takes, as he feels the magic spark in his sluggish blood, washing over him like a tide. He feels the threads strengthen, however temporarily; feels the various terrible magic that binds his body together suddenly, briefly, become robust.
It's a temporary fix, a stopgap that treats the symptoms and not the cause. But it's something.
He lets go abruptly, exhaling a rush of ragged, false breath. He stares at Masamune, his expression apologetic. ]
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It's a temporary fix, a stopgap that treats the symptoms and not the cause. But it's something.
He lets go abruptly, exhaling a rush of ragged, false breath. He stares at Masamune, his expression apologetic. ]
I acted without thinking. Are you badly hurt?