[Nails tear into his skin with a sudden, sharp pain and Meallan's own cry of pain mingles with Koltira's as he struggles to free himself from the other elf's grip. Hurting him enough to make him let go isn't working like he'd hoped, and he can feel the bones in his wrist painfully grinding against each other in Koltira's grip. Even so he'd try and push through it and press what advantage he had if it weren't for how that strange green shield sprung up and began soaking up his magic harmlessly.
He stops casting, thinking something physical might be more effective... and then everything starts to go wrong.
It's almost like Koltira reaches inside of him, somewhere deep inside where Meallan is used to feeling a pulse of power, a connection to the Fade that he draws on for his spells and is used to having there, always in the back of his mind as a reassurance of how he can fight back if need be. He's never had that connection threatened, and even knowing that it's possible doesn't prepare him for the sensation of Koltira pulling at his mana, siphoning it off and leaving him feeling drained and vulnerable in a way that being pinned couldn't come close to.
Panic is a flash of heat and pressure around his heart, and Meallan releases Koltira's ear to reach behind him and draw the dagger kept at the small of his back, twisting himself enough to try and sink it into Koltira's shoulder in the hopes it'll make the elf let go of his other arm.]
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He stops casting, thinking something physical might be more effective... and then everything starts to go wrong.
It's almost like Koltira reaches inside of him, somewhere deep inside where Meallan is used to feeling a pulse of power, a connection to the Fade that he draws on for his spells and is used to having there, always in the back of his mind as a reassurance of how he can fight back if need be. He's never had that connection threatened, and even knowing that it's possible doesn't prepare him for the sensation of Koltira pulling at his mana, siphoning it off and leaving him feeling drained and vulnerable in a way that being pinned couldn't come close to.
Panic is a flash of heat and pressure around his heart, and Meallan releases Koltira's ear to reach behind him and draw the dagger kept at the small of his back, twisting himself enough to try and sink it into Koltira's shoulder in the hopes it'll make the elf let go of his other arm.]
Koltira, stop this!