#masteroftheauracite

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

said from the soft spot. 

Sartauvoir rests his hand on his chin in thought as he frowns. An ice-blue eye stares through a curtain of blond and white hair as he reads over a text on transformation before hearing the other. Raising his head, he looks over and stares at the younger.

🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑻𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

There were a million thoughts racing through Quintus's mind at that statement, creating a million things he wanted to tell the man hiding behind a mask -- some of which were almost certainly profanities.

But he refrained, though he did shoot a glare in the direction of the IVth Legion officer.

"Quite lucky," he responded tersely, practically a growl through gritted teeth. As he struggled to stand, he also struggled not to wince, not to scowl, not to let on just how deep the pain ran, particularly in his leg. He mustered his usual stern expression, even as his body language continued to betray him by way of an unsteady gait on his way to retrieve the decorated revolver that had been knocked loose from his grip.

Injury Starters

With steam coming off of him from his basic transformation, Sartauvoir pants as he was on one knee, holding his wounded arm from the fight. Thankfully, his hat and hair were covering his eye and most of his face, to avoid being seen and to expose just how drained he was. Hearing those words, the elder swallows a deep breath of air as well as parts of his pride before speaking.