[the string is barely around his throat for a second before it melts into silver, wrapping tight to skin already going black, and the glamour allows him a last expression of pure, unadulterated terror before it falls completely, and there is nothing but a creature of smokeless fire, a silver cuff on one wrist and a silver collar around his neck.
the bullet passes through, utterly harmless.
and he falls to his knees, head bowed, hands folded. completely still.
in the distance, just over the horizon, a black freighter.]
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the bullet passes through, utterly harmless.
and he falls to his knees, head bowed, hands folded. completely still.
in the distance, just over the horizon, a black freighter.]