"What!" It's a yelp. Panic and irritation. Matthias' voice rises in pitch, climbing toward the upper stratosphere of his register. "That's extortion! That's extortion! You're extorting me with your-- creepy-- nghk--"
In the grand register of magic words, nghk is not very good or dramatic. But Matthias isn't trying to be dramatic, or cast any magic. The tingle of heat that flushes through his body is more like an inside-out sneeze. No visible flames, just the heat, a warmth that nosedives quickly to burn, crashing past subtler layers.
Matthias feels the spell huff out through his skin, and the flash that follows, the bowels-deep weightless high that comes after magic has been cast. Suddenly, briefly, he is an iron panhandle left too close to a fire, and Nub Arm is both bare-hands gripping and flagellating the hot pan with his nubby arm. And--
"Piss off!" --Which is little too close to a shriek, but is better, as far as magic words go.
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In the grand register of magic words, nghk is not very good or dramatic. But Matthias isn't trying to be dramatic, or cast any magic. The tingle of heat that flushes through his body is more like an inside-out sneeze. No visible flames, just the heat, a warmth that nosedives quickly to burn, crashing past subtler layers.
Matthias feels the spell huff out through his skin, and the flash that follows, the bowels-deep weightless high that comes after magic has been cast. Suddenly, briefly, he is an iron panhandle left too close to a fire, and Nub Arm is both bare-hands gripping and flagellating the hot pan with his nubby arm. And--
"Piss off!" --Which is little too close to a shriek, but is better, as far as magic words go.