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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote in [personal profile] unshut 2019-04-26 06:03 pm (UTC)

There had been a moment when Ellis had considered that they might manage a capture after all. But Ellis would have needed time to puzzle out how to wrench mastery of this beast into his own hands, and with Fitcher on the ground—

They'll have to be disappointing, one way or another. If it's gone, at least they can find some way to drag it back if

"Fuck," Ellis hisses under his breath. He vaults over the wall, blood-smeared coin in hand. If this doesn't work, he'd at least like to be within range to keep it from biting Fitcher's head off.

There's magic in the coin. Ellis can feel it pulsing like a heartbeat as he focuses all his energy on the coin. He speaks three words and feels a snapping. The pulse comes apart in his hands, snaps and shatters. Ellis staggers, still propelled forward to where Fitcher is lying on the ground.

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