[ It does not take him long to get back to her, carried on superhuman limbs that make crossing a great distance a matter of mere moments. The other magus must sense his approach as well, because he tenses and panics and—
Arenvald can see it with his Echo, the pull of the trigger, the way the gun jerks near-silently, and the way Haru falls. The vision is gone as quickly as it came and in the precious second it affords him, he reaches out, following the thread that already connects them, and… protects her.
The gun fires, for real this time, and the bullet does hit its mark, but it seems to pass through her without leaving so much as a scratch. Even her clothes are unscathed. And then Arenvald is there, coming between them with such speed that it’s like a tornado touched down in the spot for half a second, dirt and small bits of debris kicking up in the wind.
He extends his sword at the man, the tip of the blade barely nicking the skin of his throat. ]
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Arenvald can see it with his Echo, the pull of the trigger, the way the gun jerks near-silently, and the way Haru falls. The vision is gone as quickly as it came and in the precious second it affords him, he reaches out, following the thread that already connects them, and… protects her.
The gun fires, for real this time, and the bullet does hit its mark, but it seems to pass through her without leaving so much as a scratch. Even her clothes are unscathed. And then Arenvald is there, coming between them with such speed that it’s like a tornado touched down in the spot for half a second, dirt and small bits of debris kicking up in the wind.
He extends his sword at the man, the tip of the blade barely nicking the skin of his throat. ]
You’ll not hurt her as long as I’m here.