@datvcompanionweeks Neve week day 5? Magic
The cold flurry of magic dances around her hand, twisting the rune of the lock away like a winterborne wind takes away a loose hat. The door opens, no longer held up by the magic. Behind, there’s a bunch of crates with red markings, red paint for a change.
She brandish her cane, the stone empowering it glows a white-blue and illuminates the small space, small cages with sleeping nugs in them at the back of the room, the red markings extending further, warning of dangerous contents.
Behind her, the wall of ice she left starts to crumble under the many strikes the Venatori lands. A smug grin on her lips, she splays her hand wide and gather her magic until the next moment, her wall of ice explodes outward, raining sharp shards of ice upon already battered foes.
They hesitate to get back up, the cold magic sapping their already exhausted body further.
“I can let you run if you tell me why you people keep nugs in there.” Neve teases, walking to the door, watching the three men splayed on the cobbled stone of the Thread market street.
“Living bombs.” The closest one answers, trying to get up, but Neve pushes him down with her prosthetic leg keeping him down, while she blasts the other two away with a swirl of cold wind from her cane, as they try to finish him for betraying the Venatori.
“Maybe running’s also bad for you.” Neve says, keeping him down.
“Nowhere I can run, she has my phylactery.” He says, not even trying to wrest himself free of Neve.
“Good to know, but, that might be what saves you.” Neve brings two finger to her lips and lets out a sharp whistle, a few templars come out from nearby buildings. “You made the first good decision in your life in a long time, keep making them, we might even speak again.”
“Gallus” A woman in leather armor greets as she leads the templars.
“Savas” Neve replies with a smirk. “You continue with the plan, I have a few Nugs to take care of.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Rana ask, a tinge of worry in her voice.
“Always.” Neve replies, winking to the templar. “Magic doesn’t tire me much.” An understatement to say the least.
