[ Bariyan's eyes flicker down towards the blue glow and he grimaces. The spell hits him hard, but for a while he tries to fight its effects. Watches Koltira, concentrates, tries to retain full control of whatever freedom is left to him. He does not want to slow; but already he can feel himself giving in. Too much. Too late.
He finally lets go of both Koltira's gauntlet and his blade. He can almost feel the strain on his neck, Koltira's grip around it... and something cold and dreadful starts to settle in.
Bariyan is not afraid of physical trauma. But that was all he had been expecting. ]
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He finally lets go of both Koltira's gauntlet and his blade. He can almost feel the strain on his neck, Koltira's grip around it... and something cold and dreadful starts to settle in.
Bariyan is not afraid of physical trauma. But that was all he had been expecting. ]