[ Peter can't help the shit-eating grin that makes its way onto his face, but there it is, and now that the wind has died down, he can speak. Small victories. ]
Something stupid, probably.
[ He felt the way Maya tensed at the sound of the man's voice, and he thinks, Not good. He wants to glance at her over his shoulder, try for something reassuring, but his instinct is telling him not to take his eyes off this guy. Maybe it's the old Ravager paranoia, maybe just the fact that this guy has magic that's clearly strong as hell, but Peter is watching his approach with sharp eyes.
With the threat of being blown away out of the picture, for now, Peter shifts his position yet again to put himself in a better spot to spring, if need be. Not standing, not yet, because the storm could return at any moment. ]
Look, man, why don't you just back off, go about your merry way, and we can forget this ever happened? No one gets hurt, and everyone leaves with their faces intact.
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Something stupid, probably.
[ He felt the way Maya tensed at the sound of the man's voice, and he thinks, Not good. He wants to glance at her over his shoulder, try for something reassuring, but his instinct is telling him not to take his eyes off this guy. Maybe it's the old Ravager paranoia, maybe just the fact that this guy has magic that's clearly strong as hell, but Peter is watching his approach with sharp eyes.
With the threat of being blown away out of the picture, for now, Peter shifts his position yet again to put himself in a better spot to spring, if need be. Not standing, not yet, because the storm could return at any moment. ]
Look, man, why don't you just back off, go about your merry way, and we can forget this ever happened? No one gets hurt, and everyone leaves with their faces intact.