Waver would actually appreciate that knowledge, if it should ever come to light. His rather weak stamina tended to be a source for teasing from Reines. She delighted in pointing it out whenever he got a bit winded from longer walks or situations that called for more physical exertion than he was used to. But for now, the mage was focused on not being caught by the damned thing chasing him. He wasn’t keen to try out the whole ‘death not being permanent’ thing about Aterat, nor was he sure that would this other would count for that considering it seemed both like and so very unlike the proper Aterat.
Hopefully, the timing would work out as he ran by the building itself, not entirely sure how long it would take Harry to get down the stairs and out into the open. Thankfully, luck hadn’t abandoned him entirely (even if he would question its timing considering he was here in the first place) as Harry came stumbling out of the building and onto the sidewalk, another spell command breaking the silence and throwing the creature several blocks away and through a building if the sound of a brick wall crumbling was anything to go by.
The professor finally skidded to a halt and let himself breathe for a moment. Bent in half and braced against his knees as he appreciated the final end to the frantic marathon he’d been stuck running. It takes a minute or two, and some staggered attempts at words from behind a curtain of hair in his face before he could respond properly. “The definition of okay might not exactly be accurate at this time.” His words were a bit broken and spaced between breaths. “But damn well better for the help. Thanks, that was uh- oddly lucky timing. Nothing I did seemed to do more than piss it off.” He meant that, despite the small twinge of jealousy that he always felt around those more powerful or capable of their magic. It was there, but secondary to the relief of being helped and the need to press forward. He really wasn’t sure how much longer he could have kept running, considering how tenacious that creature had been.
A little while longer and he was sure it would have caught him the next time he stumbled or slipped in the blood on the ground. “Do you think it’ll stay down for a bit this time?” He added, hoping for ten… or even five minutes to just stop moving for a bit.
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Hopefully, the timing would work out as he ran by the building itself, not entirely sure how long it would take Harry to get down the stairs and out into the open. Thankfully, luck hadn’t abandoned him entirely (even if he would question its timing considering he was here in the first place) as Harry came stumbling out of the building and onto the sidewalk, another spell command breaking the silence and throwing the creature several blocks away and through a building if the sound of a brick wall crumbling was anything to go by.
The professor finally skidded to a halt and let himself breathe for a moment. Bent in half and braced against his knees as he appreciated the final end to the frantic marathon he’d been stuck running. It takes a minute or two, and some staggered attempts at words from behind a curtain of hair in his face before he could respond properly. “The definition of okay might not exactly be accurate at this time.” His words were a bit broken and spaced between breaths. “But damn well better for the help. Thanks, that was uh- oddly lucky timing. Nothing I did seemed to do more than piss it off.” He meant that, despite the small twinge of jealousy that he always felt around those more powerful or capable of their magic. It was there, but secondary to the relief of being helped and the need to press forward. He really wasn’t sure how much longer he could have kept running, considering how tenacious that creature had been.
A little while longer and he was sure it would have caught him the next time he stumbled or slipped in the blood on the ground. “Do you think it’ll stay down for a bit this time?” He added, hoping for ten… or even five minutes to just stop moving for a bit.