[ Matt's laughter begins to fade as he focuses more closely on Set within the barrier. He's listening to him talk, but much more than that, he's watching his face, the way tension enters his posture and leaves it again, the places in his body that light up with potential energy. Set looks good dappled in magic. Right, somehow--as if through this holy lens, adoring as a stained-glass chapel, Matt is able to see how he'd appear lit by desert sun, haloed in a corona of golden sand.
And then, to his great surprise-that-shouldn't-be ... Set fucking bites the shield.
He bites it.
Matt's eyes widen, impressed and ruffled in equal measure. For a moment, he just watches Set's teeth tear at the delicate tapestry, his magic unraveling under the sheer force of it. A quick-and-dirty barrier of this sort, with only a bit of breath and sigil holding it together, can really only take one good hit before dissolving like a sugar cube in water. ]
Wow, [ Matt says. (Two seconds ... three ...) ] Uh, actually, "The Art of War" is a b--
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And then, to his great surprise-that-shouldn't-be ... Set fucking bites the shield.
He bites it.
Matt's eyes widen, impressed and ruffled in equal measure. For a moment, he just watches Set's teeth tear at the delicate tapestry, his magic unraveling under the sheer force of it. A quick-and-dirty barrier of this sort, with only a bit of breath and sigil holding it together, can really only take one good hit before dissolving like a sugar cube in water. ]
Wow, [ Matt says. (Two seconds ... three ...) ] Uh, actually, "The Art of War" is a b--