[ Adrian nods, tucking the fleece back into his pocket. He can't hold a fear spell for more than a minute, but something tells him that his faith in his new friend won't be misplaced. ] Perhaps... avert your eyes, briefly.
[ He shifts back as quietly as he can, then moves to stand. He has to have a good line of sight on them if this is going to work. The men catch sight of the movement, professionals that they are, but it's his turn in the combat order so it sucks to be them. ]
I pray... show them your judgement, Raphael.
[ There's no gesture this time. Magic burns through him, heavy in the air. A halo like a golden eye appears behind his head for a brief moment before it's gone again. The men's eyes go glassy, then wide with fear, seeing something that only they can see. They don't take a single step forward, but neither do they retreat. 'Davey' fumbles for a weapon, but there isn't much that Adrian can do about that while holding his spell. Behind him, the other thief falls to his knees in supplication. I didn't, I swear! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I don't want to die.
Adrian doesn't look away, his own golden eye glowing faintly in the darkness, but he shakes his head for the benefit of his companion. No one will die from this spell... though he knows very well why they feel as if they will. Raphael's judgement is rarely kind. ]
no subject
[ He shifts back as quietly as he can, then moves to stand. He has to have a good line of sight on them if this is going to work. The men catch sight of the movement, professionals that they are, but it's his turn in the combat order so it sucks to be them. ]
I pray... show them your judgement, Raphael.
[ There's no gesture this time. Magic burns through him, heavy in the air. A halo like a golden eye appears behind his head for a brief moment before it's gone again. The men's eyes go glassy, then wide with fear, seeing something that only they can see. They don't take a single step forward, but neither do they retreat. 'Davey' fumbles for a weapon, but there isn't much that Adrian can do about that while holding his spell. Behind him, the other thief falls to his knees in supplication. I didn't, I swear! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I don't want to die.
Adrian doesn't look away, his own golden eye glowing faintly in the darkness, but he shakes his head for the benefit of his companion. No one will die from this spell... though he knows very well why they feel as if they will. Raphael's judgement is rarely kind. ]