[ There is the smallest, briefest moment of triumph when his sword connects, and hooks the staff away. D’Artagnan barely even has time to smile, before Hawke pivots, looking entirely unworried and raising her palms.
She’s raising energy, even without the staff. Wary, D’Artagnan dives and rolls again, not even waiting for what he assumes is another blast. He’s not smiling now. There’s purple light sparking all around him. He tries to scramble away from it, but it halts him mid-stride, freezing his joints and tightening his hand painfully around his sword.
His attempt to speak makes him realise his jaw has been wired shut, like everything else, so only his eyes register his disbelief – surprise wars with anger and frustration there. That’s a warning, if Hawke knows enough about his powers yet to recognise it. This time it’s not a pilum that appears, but a shower of musket balls that rains over her head. If those connect they’ll hurt. They seem to only irritate d’Artagnan more, since his eyes roll and pointedly seek out Athos’ on the sidelines. This power of his is more trouble than it’s worth. ]
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She’s raising energy, even without the staff. Wary, D’Artagnan dives and rolls again, not even waiting for what he assumes is another blast. He’s not smiling now. There’s purple light sparking all around him. He tries to scramble away from it, but it halts him mid-stride, freezing his joints and tightening his hand painfully around his sword.
His attempt to speak makes him realise his jaw has been wired shut, like everything else, so only his eyes register his disbelief – surprise wars with anger and frustration there. That’s a warning, if Hawke knows enough about his powers yet to recognise it. This time it’s not a pilum that appears, but a shower of musket balls that rains over her head. If those connect they’ll hurt. They seem to only irritate d’Artagnan more, since his eyes roll and pointedly seek out Athos’ on the sidelines. This power of his is more trouble than it’s worth. ]