"You pathetic fool," Russell says, in an almost reasonable tone of voice, leaning in to look at The Magister.
"Blindly doing the bidding of others, just like humans."
He grabs one of The Magister's discarded leather gloves and use it to remove the silver tip of his cane, revealing the deadly wooden tip inside.
"It's vampires like you who've been holding the rest of us back for centuries."
And then he sets to work, quickly abandoning the slab in favour of the chains on the wall. Penetrating The Magister's torso with careful deliberation. Hurting, but not damaging.
And meanwhile, Eric retrieves Pam's jacket and helps her put it on, as unobtrusively as possible. Supporting her. Touching her. He wants her out of here, but he dares not try and rush Edgington.
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"Blindly doing the bidding of others, just like humans."
He grabs one of The Magister's discarded leather gloves and use it to remove the silver tip of his cane, revealing the deadly wooden tip inside.
"It's vampires like you who've been holding the rest of us back for centuries."
And then he sets to work, quickly abandoning the slab in favour of the chains on the wall.
Penetrating The Magister's torso with careful deliberation. Hurting, but not damaging.
And meanwhile, Eric retrieves Pam's jacket and helps her put it on, as unobtrusively as possible. Supporting her. Touching her.
He wants her out of here, but he dares not try and rush Edgington.