[John can't help staring. What on Earth? No. Not Earth. He's firmly convinced nothing like Ryu could have started on any form of Earth even distantly related to John's own. He resolves firmly to never piss off Ryu. Ever.
He snaps out of his stupor long enough to snipe a few of the mot distant pixies that managed to escape the blast.]
I think that worked.
[It's a moment later that the chill begins to leave the air. It's not entirely absent, but the bite has gone out of it, and the sense of something more - John's hesitant to call it magic - has dissipated.]
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[John can't help staring. What on Earth? No. Not Earth. He's firmly convinced nothing like Ryu could have started on any form of Earth even distantly related to John's own. He resolves firmly to never piss off Ryu. Ever.
He snaps out of his stupor long enough to snipe a few of the mot distant pixies that managed to escape the blast.]
I think that worked.
[It's a moment later that the chill begins to leave the air. It's not entirely absent, but the bite has gone out of it, and the sense of something more - John's hesitant to call it magic - has dissipated.]