Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah nodded to John. "We've met," he said, assuming whatever they had to do had been very different than summoning some ugly, winged octopus. "It was sadistic, but not like yours, I don't think," he said in reply to Peter, and he was just about to elaborate when Iris recoiled and then dropped to her knees.
He crouched in front of her in a second, and he looked up at the other two men, even as he reached for her wrist and took her pulse, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek. "What the fuck happened?" he demanded of them, his expression worried and hard.