[He watches as her lips part, as she exhales heat and breath, as her tongue moves in the dark cavern of her mouth. She's worried; he gets that much. About what? Him? He looks briefly bewildered, even panic-stricken. He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything; he only knows that it hurts, that each step in any direction is like walking on so many poisoned daggers. But he has to move. He has to get to her, and she has to help him. She will help him.
He throws out his hand, and his shadowy whip burst forth, cracking through the air as it lashes around Ramir's throat. He snaps his wrist, and the whip snaps back in tandem, dragging Ramir with it.
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He throws out his hand, and his shadowy whip burst forth, cracking through the air as it lashes around Ramir's throat. He snaps his wrist, and the whip snaps back in tandem, dragging Ramir with it.
Come here. Make it stop.]