[ She blinks, a sharp little pang of alarm ringing through her at the sight of that dagger — but he's done before she can even begin to react. She stares after him, a little stunned, too surprised to even feel the sting of the cut. But — it has to be a spell, right? Of some kind. It had better be exceptionally powerful, if it's using her blood.
She goes after him. Of course she has to, she's got to see what the hell he's up to. ]
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She goes after him. Of course she has to, she's got to see what the hell he's up to. ]