"Thank you," Adia whispers to Persian. She bends down and gingerly picks up the sword by its hilt, but when she tries to give it to Caspar, Hydreigon blocks her way. She peeks around his girth in time to see a young girl descend the stairs. If that terrible smile weren't enough of a clue, the spear she wields is warning enough. When the girl lunges, she screams, and Caspar turns instinctively, short sword raised --
-- and promptly gets shoved out of the way. Tripping over his own feet, he falls to the ground. Not his finest moment, but fortunately the only part of him that's wounded is his pride. By the time he scrambles to his feet, Sara is wrapping up her little speech. Guessing that she's the witch, or perhaps simply frustrated that the two disciples are getting away, he chucks his sword at her, but it only sails through the space that they once stood, clattering against the empty wall and landing on the ground.
Jeff speaks, and Caspar glares at him furiously. "Oh, now you care if we're injured or not?!" he snaps, ready to unleash his ire on an easy target.
"Caspar."
Adia's voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but the way she says his name cuts through his haze of indignation. He turns, and she's standing before him, offering him the hilt of the bejeweled sword. With a more subdued expression, he nods, then takes it from her.
"It's the jewels, isn't it?" he asks Jeff. "I need to destroy the jewels to stop the magic. And don't lie to me or I'll be using your body as a riot shield."
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-- and promptly gets shoved out of the way. Tripping over his own feet, he falls to the ground. Not his finest moment, but fortunately the only part of him that's wounded is his pride. By the time he scrambles to his feet, Sara is wrapping up her little speech. Guessing that she's the witch, or perhaps simply frustrated that the two disciples are getting away, he chucks his sword at her, but it only sails through the space that they once stood, clattering against the empty wall and landing on the ground.
Jeff speaks, and Caspar glares at him furiously. "Oh, now you care if we're injured or not?!" he snaps, ready to unleash his ire on an easy target.
"Caspar."
Adia's voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but the way she says his name cuts through his haze of indignation. He turns, and she's standing before him, offering him the hilt of the bejeweled sword. With a more subdued expression, he nods, then takes it from her.
"It's the jewels, isn't it?" he asks Jeff. "I need to destroy the jewels to stop the magic. And don't lie to me or I'll be using your body as a riot shield."