Unfortunately, the scenario that Vanyel did not anticipate is exactly the one that happens. He casts his spell, which is prudent, or would be prudent, except suddenly--
— and it makes no sense with the history of his Warding magic, but the weight of his armor doubles abruptly. Triples. Leather and metal studs thicken, swelling over his shoulders, layers heavily over his chest, light flaring through it. The armor lets out a bizarre groan, as if it is itself uncomfortable with stretching against the bounds of its natural shape, and then abruptly-- its weight quadruples, especially on the left more than the right, threatening to tip Vanyel off-axis even though he's stronger than your average human by far.
"I don't-- I don't know," the girl answers Vanyel, her eyes popping out of her head. Filling with tears. Her attention snaps back to the werewolf whose body is twisting on the pavement, and instantly her expression tightens with regret. She seems to come to some sort of decision in a second. She hits the door, unlocking it, and slips out.
The next moment, she's darting across the street, her scarf flapping in the winter chill from around her throat, abandoning the tilted car. Despite the slippery street, she moves quickly and agilely. As she gets further away, the two men can feel the control over their powers returning.
taking some liberties with van now, lmk if not ok!
— and it makes no sense with the history of his Warding magic, but the weight of his armor doubles abruptly. Triples. Leather and metal studs thicken, swelling over his shoulders, layers heavily over his chest, light flaring through it. The armor lets out a bizarre groan, as if it is itself uncomfortable with stretching against the bounds of its natural shape, and then abruptly-- its weight quadruples, especially on the left more than the right, threatening to tip Vanyel off-axis even though he's stronger than your average human by far.
"I don't-- I don't know," the girl answers Vanyel, her eyes popping out of her head. Filling with tears. Her attention snaps back to the werewolf whose body is twisting on the pavement, and instantly her expression tightens with regret. She seems to come to some sort of decision in a second. She hits the door, unlocking it, and slips out.
The next moment, she's darting across the street, her scarf flapping in the winter chill from around her throat, abandoning the tilted car. Despite the slippery street, she moves quickly and agilely. As she gets further away, the two men can feel the control over their powers returning.