[ Koltira grits his teeth. He takes a step towards Percival, his fingers flexing, curling halfway into fists. This magic is far worse than the other spells put on him tonight, far more damning, far more torturous. He finds he cannot stop himself as he reaches for Percival, grabbing him by the shoulder, gripping tight.
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He scowls, his eyes half-lidded. ]
I think you know.