[He's immensely more powerful than Elias is. He can feel it. He Knows it.
But every where the ocean of force at Jonah's command crashed, ended up shuddering down his own nerves, slicing through empty space. Jonah is a heavyweight.
But Elias is a dancer.
He might even have enough of himself to see himself stumbling along to the dance behind, stepping perfectly where he should in these windmilling strikes.
No. Elias even lets him. Wears him down.
It is a long moment before he even simply focuses his gaze.]
I will say, you are exquisite, Archivist.
[Jonah has no choice. He will think of how he came here. Where he's been. The fear he's known.]
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But every where the ocean of force at Jonah's command crashed, ended up shuddering down his own nerves, slicing through empty space. Jonah is a heavyweight.
But Elias is a dancer.
He might even have enough of himself to see himself stumbling along to the dance behind, stepping perfectly where he should in these windmilling strikes.
No. Elias even lets him. Wears him down.
It is a long moment before he even simply focuses his gaze.]
I will say, you are exquisite, Archivist.
[Jonah has no choice. He will think of how he came here. Where he's been. The fear he's known.]