[ He grips her arm firmly as hooks his bow over his shoulder; he'll puzzle it out later, but something in him is still screaming protect her and he kneels in front of Maya, tucking her behind him and pulling her arm to wrap it around his waist.
Silly little human, says the prick voice, protecting a demon from a wizard. What good will you do?
With the force of the wind, he knows standing will be a really terrible idea, moving to take the offensive even worse, so Peter's forced to stay kneeling, shifting to use the spaces between the cobblestone to help keep him in place against the gale. He pulls out his knife with one hand, his other scrabbling for some kind of hold on the ground.
Peter would like, in that moment, to make some sort of pithy remark, something brave to show he's not afraid, but no words come -- and even if they did, the wind would simply whip the noise away. So he grips his knife tightly, muscles coiled to act, and there's a fierceness in his eyes, a defiance, that screams, Don't you fucking dare. ]
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Silly little human, says the prick voice, protecting a demon from a wizard. What good will you do?
With the force of the wind, he knows standing will be a really terrible idea, moving to take the offensive even worse, so Peter's forced to stay kneeling, shifting to use the spaces between the cobblestone to help keep him in place against the gale. He pulls out his knife with one hand, his other scrabbling for some kind of hold on the ground.
Peter would like, in that moment, to make some sort of pithy remark, something brave to show he's not afraid, but no words come -- and even if they did, the wind would simply whip the noise away. So he grips his knife tightly, muscles coiled to act, and there's a fierceness in his eyes, a defiance, that screams, Don't you fucking dare. ]