[The recoil pounds through him. His eyes are round as crazed stars; his grin is wide as the moon. The perfect moment closes around him as he sits back in silence—
—and then yeah, shit, that sure is a thing that's happening. He leaps back like a cat, landing still crouched, one hand poised on its bare fingertips against the floor. Already, he feels the power building, sees the swirl of toxic red; he knows it like he knows his own name. He's pissed that kid off, and like an oncoming train, Loki is coming.
Stop sitting around on the fucking floor like you just got off safe in your bed! That stripling is going to murder you! Good point, well-made. But he's doing what Akechi has never dared; he's using it on himself–?
He brings the Evoker to his own temple and fires; he's probably just in time. Loki erupts behind him in an explosion of power, with a harrowing shriek that only he can hear.]
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—and then yeah, shit, that sure is a thing that's happening. He leaps back like a cat, landing still crouched, one hand poised on its bare fingertips against the floor. Already, he feels the power building, sees the swirl of toxic red; he knows it like he knows his own name. He's pissed that kid off, and like an oncoming train, Loki is coming.
Stop sitting around on the fucking floor like you just got off safe in your bed! That stripling is going to murder you! Good point, well-made. But he's doing what Akechi has never dared; he's using it on himself–?
He brings the Evoker to his own temple and fires; he's probably just in time. Loki erupts behind him in an explosion of power, with a harrowing shriek that only he can hear.]