miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
It looked like Arielle was taking care of the ninja, which left him free to stand there and recover his breath, a hand floating over the hilt of one of his daggers.
“Can we burn it now?” he demanded, voice shaking slightly as he stared at the now inanimate doll, not quite trusting it to stay stationary. Miles only ever picked battles on his own terms, once he’d fully scoped the landscape and sussed out the enemies—which meant the circumstances of this incident had been wholly fucking unpreferable. His gaze flickered to Audrey, but then quickly away again, back to the doll.
His hands were already diving into his pockets, fishing out a box of matches and sparking one, holding it against the doll’s sackcloth legs and red thread bonds. “You—Merri, whatever your name was. Do that thing with the fire again.”
Looking over the mage’s shoulder, he caught sight of something glittering. Miles’ eyes widened.