[ It doesn't take much to wrangle it out of her hand, she's not go much in terms of physical strength and certainly not against a grown man. He yanks it out of her grasp and she freezes, eyes wide in quiet fear. Her wand. He has her wand.
Sure, she's capable of doing magic without it. But nothing more precise that what she needs right now. Her breath hitches in her throat for a long moment before she utters. ]
Give it back, give it back right now. [ He pressure against Paimon's shoulder tightens, gripping at him slightly. She needs her wand back. The moment's fraught; and then softly, she utters a quiet message to the demon through hers and Peter's mental link: ]
« Do not burn him. Nothing can happen to my wand. » [ There's no guarantee of getting it repaired if it's damaged, nor is there one of replacement. They need to move, need to just jump him in hopes of getting it back. Her eyes flick up to his hand, holding her wand, held aloft. She'll make a grab on his arm, Paimon can keep him occupied. ]
« Get. Him. »
[ And with that, she charges forwards with a snarl — jumping as high as she can to grip onto the man's arm, clawing desperately at it to try and retrieve her wand. ]
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Sure, she's capable of doing magic without it. But nothing more precise that what she needs right now. Her breath hitches in her throat for a long moment before she utters. ]
Give it back, give it back right now. [ He pressure against Paimon's shoulder tightens, gripping at him slightly. She needs her wand back. The moment's fraught; and then softly, she utters a quiet message to the demon through hers and Peter's mental link: ]
« Do not burn him. Nothing can happen to my wand. » [ There's no guarantee of getting it repaired if it's damaged, nor is there one of replacement. They need to move, need to just jump him in hopes of getting it back. Her eyes flick up to his hand, holding her wand, held aloft. She'll make a grab on his arm, Paimon can keep him occupied. ]
« Get. Him. »
[ And with that, she charges forwards with a snarl — jumping as high as she can to grip onto the man's arm, clawing desperately at it to try and retrieve her wand. ]