A huff escaped, not necessarily a laugh but a dry humor in his tone in response to the description. “Yeah, then by that we could say I’m okay. Though a bit longer, and I’m not sure we could have even said that much.” He agreed, finally straightening enough to look at the wall the thing had been thrown through for signs of life. Somehow, he found himself unsurprised as the rubble began to shift and move. “Seriously, those things are goddamned stubborn once they want something. It would almost be impressive if it wasn’t horrifying.” He griped with a small groan. Maybe they didn’t get much in the way of pray here, or maybe they were part of some kind of security system to deal with intruders and it was made to be like that…
Either way, he hated it. A lot.
Harry already seemed to be ready to retaliate and hopefully put the damn thing out of commission once and for all, though, like some kind of big hero. Which… Based on what he’d seen of the man’s personality so far? It fit, and the lord was damn grateful for it too at the moment, the feeling of uselessness aside.
The man’s magic was also a curious thing to watch, the runes on his staff getting waver’s attention, as much as the way he’d unleashed the spells had. It was a nice distraction from the slight tremor over fear still gripping him at the sight of the thing that had been chasing him getting back up. Keeping his mind on that and not on his legs that felt about ready to give out beneath him to fall on the rather unsettling street. There was a certain tone to his voice as the thing finally died and disappeared to into shadows. That tone was decidedly impressed and relieved. “Glad to see these things can be felled at all.” He sighed, glancing at the definitely fatigued form of Harry.
Well, it meant he didn’t have to beg for a brief break at least, right? That was a step up from the usual back-and-forth bargain for a few minutes. “I must say, I’m glad we’re on the same side. You pack a particularly impressive punch there.”
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Either way, he hated it. A lot.
Harry already seemed to be ready to retaliate and hopefully put the damn thing out of commission once and for all, though, like some kind of big hero. Which… Based on what he’d seen of the man’s personality so far? It fit, and the lord was damn grateful for it too at the moment, the feeling of uselessness aside.
The man’s magic was also a curious thing to watch, the runes on his staff getting waver’s attention, as much as the way he’d unleashed the spells had. It was a nice distraction from the slight tremor over fear still gripping him at the sight of the thing that had been chasing him getting back up. Keeping his mind on that and not on his legs that felt about ready to give out beneath him to fall on the rather unsettling street. There was a certain tone to his voice as the thing finally died and disappeared to into shadows. That tone was decidedly impressed and relieved. “Glad to see these things can be felled at all.” He sighed, glancing at the definitely fatigued form of Harry.
Well, it meant he didn’t have to beg for a brief break at least, right? That was a step up from the usual back-and-forth bargain for a few minutes. “I must say, I’m glad we’re on the same side. You pack a particularly impressive punch there.”