For nine_ofswords

[the_hermit]

Summary: In which Merritt fails his will save Merritt makes a stupid decision... In which this thread ends badly.

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Merritt goes still, something about him calming, and the smile that crosses his face is humorless. "That little 'stunt' was easy," he begins seriously, his tone becoming carefully measured.

"The Horsemen are my family, and leaving that man a drooling idiot was the very least I would do to protect them."

He's not close enough to actually, physically reach Ben, but he doesn't need to be. He swings, mentally, lashing out with a burst of magic designed to cripple.

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[nine_ofswords]

While Ben does recoil as if struck, the reality around him remains unwavering. He doesn't even seem terrible concerned that his control over this place might have slipped, instead reaching up to thumb at the split that's appeared in his lip, expression incredulous as he draws his hand away and finds it bloody. When he seems to get over his surprise, he looks towards Merritt without righting his head, still turned to one side as if Merritt had actually punched him, and from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh," he breathes. "Oh." A bark of a laugh follows, as humorless as Merritt's expression. "Well, then, Mister McKinney. I do hope you said goodbye to them, because the only person that's going to be a drooling idiot when we're done here is you, I'm afraid."

Behind Merritt, bars that weren't present before swing down across the doors, effectively locking them. As Ben gets to his feet, a security grill falls into place in front of that, for good measure.