 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Brody tried to focus on everything pertaining only to the small but steady battle going on around him. He knew Goldwasser was beyond dangerous and it was likely that he and the others could be attacked if they did not play their cards right. There was a triumphant moment for him when his spell hit Goldwasser and found it satisfying to hear those yowls. Brody wanted to take advantage of this moment but Goldwasser’s flame got him smack in the center of his chest. Looking down, he saw that the flame had burnt through his clothing and had deeply gashed him. The young man let out a hiss of pain. Not oddly enough, this only made him more determined to get back at the vampire.
For that reason, he sent his spells, ensuring they were well aimed. Quick thinking had him selecting a curse that could work well with Ronan’s. “Locomotor Mortis!” The Leg Locker curse was one that certainly could be handy. And if that wasn’t enough… “Mimble Wimble!” Take that Tongue Tying curse for good measure, Goldwasser!
Damian would be right about them working together, which had been Brody’s aim when he had ordered Damian to shut up earlier and Ronan to focus on the task at hand. |