( Kell's head tilts, the shift of red hair revealing an eye wholly black, as he watches the woman a few metres to his side summon lightning to her fingers. It isn't possible back home, but as they're not in London - any of them -, who knows what kind of magic she might possess.
It's unique to his eyes, and therefore a little bit novel. Rather like the creatures, but they don't bother him quite as much.
The lack of water? That's a little frustrating, as it would be much easier to use water rather than his blood, but nothing he can't handle. He slips a knife out from under his sleeve, drags it firmly and quickly - the kind of way that suggests he's done this many a time before - across his palm, and dives right for the gelatinous creature itself. )
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It's unique to his eyes, and therefore a little bit novel. Rather like the creatures, but they don't bother him quite as much.
The lack of water? That's a little frustrating, as it would be much easier to use water rather than his blood, but nothing he can't handle. He slips a knife out from under his sleeve, drags it firmly and quickly - the kind of way that suggests he's done this many a time before - across his palm, and dives right for the gelatinous creature itself. )
As Isera.
( Freeze.
And it does. )