For a split second, Magnus thinks that someone has found fireworks and thought it a good idea to set them off in the middle of the day.
Then he sees some dude in purple and Lan Wangji in what looks like a really intense, pitched battle. He forgets, in that moment, that Lan Wangji has promised him he'll never have to fight again -- that Lan Wangji can handle it. All he sees is a spike of lightning more intense than anything he's seen coming off of Mjolnir, and it's aimed straight for someone that he loves.
He runs without really even realizing that he's running, as fast as his einherji abilities allow, Jack unleashed and flying at his side. He's not thinking about wanting to put down the sword, just that he has to do something to protect this man who means so much to him. He doesn't care who the other guy is: he's attacking, and Lan Wangji is clearly defending himself and his husband, and Magnus Chase hates bullies.
He has to do something. He has to do something. He has to do something. The need -- the urgent need to stop this situation before it can escalate further -- courses through him. He's been using alf seidr left and right here: warmth and light and healing as needed. This is more than that. He hasn't used the Peace of Frey since the first time he fought Galahad. The shockwave rolls through him, thoughtless and strong, swelling from the desperation seizing up his chest and then shooting through his entire body. It's strong enough that the water in the lake is pushed back from shore several feet, waves surging in its wake.
More importantly, even though Lan Wangji is disarmed, so is the guy menacing them. Jack has been blown back, too; Magnus hadn't had time to warn him. He'll deal with that fallout later. A bracelet clatters to the ground behind him; he kicks it away and wipes off the blood pooling from his nose with the back of his hand. This Peace was strong enough that the shockwave has dislodged a tooth; as he spits it out, he looks anxiously at the three men in front of him.
"Uh," he says, with an awkward, shaky wave. "Sorry. What the fuck?"
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Then he sees some dude in purple and Lan Wangji in what looks like a really intense, pitched battle. He forgets, in that moment, that Lan Wangji has promised him he'll never have to fight again -- that Lan Wangji can handle it. All he sees is a spike of lightning more intense than anything he's seen coming off of Mjolnir, and it's aimed straight for someone that he loves.
He runs without really even realizing that he's running, as fast as his einherji abilities allow, Jack unleashed and flying at his side. He's not thinking about wanting to put down the sword, just that he has to do something to protect this man who means so much to him. He doesn't care who the other guy is: he's attacking, and Lan Wangji is clearly defending himself and his husband, and Magnus Chase hates bullies.
He has to do something. He has to do something. He has to do something. The need -- the urgent need to stop this situation before it can escalate further -- courses through him. He's been using alf seidr left and right here: warmth and light and healing as needed. This is more than that. He hasn't used the Peace of Frey since the first time he fought Galahad. The shockwave rolls through him, thoughtless and strong, swelling from the desperation seizing up his chest and then shooting through his entire body. It's strong enough that the water in the lake is pushed back from shore several feet, waves surging in its wake.
More importantly, even though Lan Wangji is disarmed, so is the guy menacing them. Jack has been blown back, too; Magnus hadn't had time to warn him. He'll deal with that fallout later. A bracelet clatters to the ground behind him; he kicks it away and wipes off the blood pooling from his nose with the back of his hand. This Peace was strong enough that the shockwave has dislodged a tooth; as he spits it out, he looks anxiously at the three men in front of him.
"Uh," he says, with an awkward, shaky wave. "Sorry. What the fuck?"