Briar hadn't been sure if the knife would hit, and a part of him is disappointed it did. He really doesn't want to hurt her.
When she enters the circle, Briar sends his magic in two directions. Most of it, heavy vines of power, surges into the vine seedlings, forcing them to grow quickly, gaining wicked five inch long thorns as they do. A tiny tendril of power, though, is reserved for undoing the knots in the hemp cords at his wrists. A knife slips down into each of Briar's hands, and he takes a big risk, slashing out at her stomach with it and hoping the other knife will be enough to protect him while he does.
Briar needs to keep Ashley busy for long enough to get the vines long enough to do something. Already, they are a foot or more in height. He keeps pouring magic into them, feeding the vicious thorns on his anger at their captors for doing this to Ashley. For now, he tries not to think about what he himself is about to do to her.
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When she enters the circle, Briar sends his magic in two directions. Most of it, heavy vines of power, surges into the vine seedlings, forcing them to grow quickly, gaining wicked five inch long thorns as they do. A tiny tendril of power, though, is reserved for undoing the knots in the hemp cords at his wrists. A knife slips down into each of Briar's hands, and he takes a big risk, slashing out at her stomach with it and hoping the other knife will be enough to protect him while he does.
Briar needs to keep Ashley busy for long enough to get the vines long enough to do something. Already, they are a foot or more in height. He keeps pouring magic into them, feeding the vicious thorns on his anger at their captors for doing this to Ashley. For now, he tries not to think about what he himself is about to do to her.