*Snape isn't sure how he's going to manage, since he's long ago lost anything resembling a weapon, and he's not yet learned how to fight from Wesley, but he can see that Wesley is obviously right about the noise and his thrashing about like a wounded bull. And yet....
He drags himself upright, bracing himself against the wall of the shaft and arranges his cloak so that his face is shadowed and menacing. He grips Wesley tight--tighter, actually, than he intends in an effort to keep his control over his body--and hauls him up.*
I have a plan. If these demons are relatively minor and fairly stupid, maybe we can bluff our way past them. You're my prisoner. Play along.
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*Snape isn't sure how he's going to manage, since he's long ago lost anything resembling a weapon, and he's not yet learned how to fight from Wesley, but he can see that Wesley is obviously right about the noise and his thrashing about like a wounded bull. And yet....
He drags himself upright, bracing himself against the wall of the shaft and arranges his cloak so that his face is shadowed and menacing. He grips Wesley tight--tighter, actually, than he intends in an effort to keep his control over his body--and hauls him up.*
I have a plan. If these demons are relatively minor and fairly stupid, maybe we can bluff our way past them. You're my prisoner. Play along.