[Crowley's sword screeches tip-first against the shield the demon made; it chips ice but what's more worrying is the second sword suddenly vanishing into Letty's hand. Arthas curses in Vrykul.]
I don't take orders from either of you.
[He pushes more of his will into each of the swords. Splitting his attention would be dangerous if he wasn't paralyzed anyway, so fuck it. Crowley's channels a spell to put a block of ice around his shield, swallow them both whole.
Letty's is more simple. It bursts into icy needles in her hand, like a four-foot long Prince Rupert's drop.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 03:38 am (UTC)I don't take orders from either of you.
[He pushes more of his will into each of the swords. Splitting his attention would be dangerous if he wasn't paralyzed anyway, so fuck it. Crowley's channels a spell to put a block of ice around his shield, swallow them both whole.
Letty's is more simple. It bursts into icy needles in her hand, like a four-foot long Prince Rupert's drop.]