Marcurio swore again. Her spellcraft had been his fault. His second mistake, after convincing her to hire him. He’d sold her on the utility of magic by demonstrating his limited abilities in Restoration. But an ill-fated visit to the College of Winterhold had introduced her to the school of Illusion. He would have been perfectly happy with her learning “Clairvoyance” if it meant that they’d get lost less frequently. But someone had to go and show her how to cast “Invisibility”. That particular demonstration had ended her forays into Restoration, and had only added fuel to the school’s political fire. And that was before the damned Thalmor had to go and blow things up on campus… literally.
He scanned his surroundings carefully, hoping to catch sight of footprints in the grass. Maybe even the tell-tale scrape of light armour on rock. Nothing. He had to catch her soon, because he couldn’t count on the spell wearing off before she jumped him.
No such luck. Her spell broke as she pounced from not two feet in front of him. The Dragonborn slammed into his chest, driving the air from his lungs, and they tumbled over into the grass. Not a moment later, he was shouting again, as she resumed her onslaught on his ribs.
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“Her” F!DB/Marcurio 10/?
Date: 2014-08-27 02:28 am (UTC)He scanned his surroundings carefully, hoping to catch sight of footprints in the grass. Maybe even the tell-tale scrape of light armour on rock. Nothing. He had to catch her soon, because he couldn’t count on the spell wearing off before she jumped him.
No such luck. Her spell broke as she pounced from not two feet in front of him. The Dragonborn slammed into his chest, driving the air from his lungs, and they tumbled over into the grass. Not a moment later, he was shouting again, as she resumed her onslaught on his ribs.