Ruben
You're injured; stop trying to have an opinion
Sat Dec 2, 2017 10:46
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Heads weren’t the most interesting body part to work with, but they were effective. It was a popular site to handle in glíma bouts - literally handle, that is. It was a natural balance point. Land a firm enough grip, fingers stretched taut above the ears, and he could easily change his opponent’s trajectory, even to the point of knocking them off their feet with the right amount of force. Actually smacking others in the head wasn’t his preferred style, though, for reasons similar to why he didn’t pull crotch hits. Too easy. Too cheap a move.

It was a bit ironic, then, that he watched his clunkily numb arm go straight for Kit’s head. That definitely hadn’t been his intended target. But there wasn’t much he could do about it at this point, on account of the whole ‘arm frozen over’ thing, plus the whole ‘still had to make sure the family jewels were safe’ thing, so he spared only a glance at the girl now lying on the ground - just to confirm that she was not about to freeze his bits again; his concern for himself and his wounded ego took rather high priority at this time - and then focused on his arm.

Blue eyes narrowed, muttering under his breath, he used a counter-charm and an added warming charm to wandlessly reverse the spell’s effects. The blonde let out a huff of relief as sensation flooded back down his forearm, wiggled his fingers, and then went right back to patting down the crotch of his jeans. His chains clinked together as he finally withdrew and got slowly back up to his feet. Still tender, but bearable. They’d live.

He glanced over at Kit again, noticing how the girl staggered a moment before tripping over her own feet and landing back on the ground. “Fan det alla.” Surely he hadn’t pushed her that hard? Ruben was still pretty ticked off at her reckless behaviour and what it had nearly cost him, but he felt an unexpected wave of guilt at the realization that his self-defense had been a little harder on her than necessary. “Stay down, Kit,” he ordered, businesslike, all too familiar with head injuries. Crouching to pick up her wand, he tucked it in his deep hoodie pocket before moving over to her. “Can you lift your arms? Try to put them around my neck, okej?” Regardless of how successful she was at doing this, Ruben still scooped up the girl briskly and easily, carefully bracing her head in the crook of his elbow while letting her legs hang over his other arm.

“Going up now. Talk to me while we are walking, ja? Tell me more about… Darby,” he pulled the name from the corners of his memory. “Has he learned any tricks?” Kit seemed like she could babble around her thoughts on a good day, but she wasn’t looking so good right now, so giving her a topic to focus on seemed the best way to keep her moving on the talking part. Offering periodic jas and cools while she began to talk, Ruben carried her back towards the school, lengthening his usually-long strides to keep them as smooth as possible for the girl. He detoured past Marissa on the way and, lacking any other way to get her attention without interrupting Kit (it was important for her to keep talking right now), poked her leg with his foot and gave a head-jerk to indicate that she should follow them. Of course, he didn’t slow his pace throughout this. Getting to the medic was his new priority.

  • But it's objectively true - Kit, Thu Nov 30 21:15
    Ruben’s arm was suddenly in the way of Kit’s helpful wand, so her spell (which worked!) hit him in the arm instead of where Kit had intended it to hit him, which was where she’d accidentally hit him... more
    • You're injured; stop trying to have an opinion - Ruben, Sat Dec 2 10:46
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