They're gaining on him. Faster than he expected. He twirls, standing at the edge of the fire now, and faces them, wand held in front of him ready to parry.
"Frisk!" Use their name. Sometimes that helps. "I know why you're doing this!"
And then here they are, and he's bringing his wand up to block their attack, deflecting their antlers away as he twists out of reach - or that's the plan. He doesn't expect to come out of this unscathed. Not at all.
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Date: 2017-11-18 09:54 pm (UTC)"Frisk!" Use their name. Sometimes that helps. "I know why you're doing this!"
And then here they are, and he's bringing his wand up to block their attack, deflecting their antlers away as he twists out of reach - or that's the plan. He doesn't expect to come out of this unscathed. Not at all.