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Will tackles him once more, he's also getting a little tired.

Garo goes down, struggling to try to get on top.

So Will gets a leg around him and pins him, getting out with a pant,

"Do ye yield?"

"Yeah, I yield."

Will lets him up and flops down on the grass with a grin.

"S'was cathartic. We should try sparring with staffs again sometime, even if I didn't manage t'get a single blow in."

"Can teach ye a few moves 'nother time."

"I'll pick it up pretty quickly just from sparring," as Garo pulls two potions over, holding one out to Will.

Will downs the potion and nods,

"Already doin' pretty well."

Garo snorts. "You hit me over and over while I couldn't hit you."

"Just means I've more practice."

"Oh, I know. Wasn't expecting much better on my first try," Garo grins. "Want t'see how far I've got my powers controlled?"

"If ye wish, aye though 'rhaps should 'ead back to the castle."

"Can do that instead."

"This way then."

Will hauls himself up and starts back towards the door.

Garo follows obediently, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on.

Soon they're back in the castle and Will's back to looking dopey and happy.

Garo nudges him, a little.

"So show me then?"

Garo nods, quickly. He settles into a comfortable standing position, head bowed and eyes closed and is still for a while.

He's thinking. Drawing up memories.

The steel gallows, cords swinging against the bloody noon. The dark damp cell, lit all blues and greens and stinking of rotting, bones, all the waste and blood of the previous prisoner. Chains against his wrists, sharp objects, that long red line of pain. Prisoner competitions - Race until you drop; thrown in a ring and humiliated as the other convict takes his time beating you. Dragged across the ring by a foot. Betrayal, the guards from every doorway, the apologies.

Blueish-silver light flares up around him. It turns to flame, then molds to the planes and contours of something indistinct but monstrous, always shifting, shrieking and thrashing and howling.

Will backs away but stays nearby so that Garo knows he's there and trusts him.

Garo remains deathly still, and the monster (now even more shakey and vague, and quickly vanishing) eventually stills also, still shifting from shape to shape but not really moving much at all. A moment later, it vanishes out into shapeless fire and mist.

A moment later, those vanish too, light fading around Garo as he sags a little, breathing heavily.

"That's quite somethin'."

He gets a sheepish grin.
"I can't keep it semi-coherent for more than a few seconds."

"Still can call it up, that's somethin'."