[A passing second, and there's a flash of blades just above his head. Stephen doesn't have a chance to bring up a magical shield to protect himself, but thankfully he doesn't have to. Shuten's defended him in a clash of weapons and a show of strength, and it's almost disturbing how he can feel the vortex of power emanating from the two Servants.]
Careful!
[He can feel it before he sees it. A blast of dark magic comes flying Shuten's way, courtesy of the sorcerer -- a man about Stephen's age, with short black hair and dark vestments. Stephen reaches out and casts a protective shield on the side of his own Servant to deflect the attack.
Give us the Eye, Strange. You'll save us all the trouble! he calls out, an almost hysterical humor to his tone.]
How about no? [Stephen's face is twisted into a frown, despite the quip.]
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Careful!
[He can feel it before he sees it. A blast of dark magic comes flying Shuten's way, courtesy of the sorcerer -- a man about Stephen's age, with short black hair and dark vestments. Stephen reaches out and casts a protective shield on the side of his own Servant to deflect the attack.
Give us the Eye, Strange. You'll save us all the trouble! he calls out, an almost hysterical humor to his tone.]
How about no? [Stephen's face is twisted into a frown, despite the quip.]