[ Alec has an impulse to run in and do… something. He’s not sure what, since the beast is on Rufus before he can fully think it over, but by then Alec is halfway down the hill anyway. For all that Alec secretly hoped that Rufus’ stay in the slums, and in this world for that matter, would come to a swift end, he doesn’t actually want to see the guy die.
For some reason.
(That reason being retaliation from his father, most likely, and not because he has a troublesome conscience that sounds too much like his own dad when he least wants it to.)
The wizard hops over the fallen body of one of the smaller drakes, skidding in the dirt as he scoops the shotgun up. Without even waiting for his momentum to slow, Alec lobs the shotgun up at Rufus’ outstretched hand. It’s a good toss, and Alec can only wait to see if Rufus is able to make something of it. ]
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For some reason.
(That reason being retaliation from his father, most likely, and not because he has a troublesome conscience that sounds too much like his own dad when he least wants it to.)
The wizard hops over the fallen body of one of the smaller drakes, skidding in the dirt as he scoops the shotgun up. Without even waiting for his momentum to slow, Alec lobs the shotgun up at Rufus’ outstretched hand. It’s a good toss, and Alec can only wait to see if Rufus is able to make something of it. ]