[ There's enough distance between them to pretend things haven't changed, and not enough to convince anyone that it's anything but a lie. He might have his hand on Marcone's rifle, but the look in his bright eyes is anything but safety-on. Harry didn't know that his people were caught in the crossfires, and that changes the tune of the evening, because he does know how viciously John takes care of what's his. If he's on the warpath, something happened that he has already weighed and tallied, and has deemed personal action necessary.
Harry's seen him like this before, has heard the stories of those who wronged John Marcone -- in comparison to those who wrong his people. Instead of protesting, he emits a faint noise. A sigh that means he might not like it, but John isn't going to be stopped. Trauma and injuries, hell. ] All right, but again: watch out for the--.
[ Whammy. She's not flighty any more it seems, their combined threat must have pushed her to aggression. Harry reacts immediately, a glance to check on John's status before he triggers the rings at his fingers and takes chunks out of the tree in question. A mortal Signatory and a boy bitten by Winter: both of them can be harmed. ]
[ Now he's in his element, eyes fever-bright and grin the only thing holding back the flames. He might have dropped his staff around the time the dryad smacked him upside the head, but he's multi-layered ready for some payback if this is how it's going to go. ] Upsie daisie, or you'll miss all the fun!
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Date: 2012-11-07 04:11 am (UTC)Harry's seen him like this before, has heard the stories of those who wronged John Marcone -- in comparison to those who wrong his people. Instead of protesting, he emits a faint noise. A sigh that means he might not like it, but John isn't going to be stopped. Trauma and injuries, hell. ] All right, but again: watch out for the--.
[ Whammy. She's not flighty any more it seems, their combined threat must have pushed her to aggression. Harry reacts immediately, a glance to check on John's status before he triggers the rings at his fingers and takes chunks out of the tree in question. A mortal Signatory and a boy bitten by Winter: both of them can be harmed. ]
[ Now he's in his element, eyes fever-bright and grin the only thing holding back the flames. He might have dropped his staff around the time the dryad smacked him upside the head, but he's multi-layered ready for some payback if this is how it's going to go. ] Upsie daisie, or you'll miss all the fun!