Henry tore his eyes from Yelena and with his guns already raised from the moment he stepped into the damaged medical bay, he clenched the trigger but Angus was already in front of him.
The Dionisio Gang Leader grabbed Henry's wrists and lifted them to force the guns to point upward and fire at the loose bricks of the upper floor. Raining down debris and dust on both their heads.
"That's enough of that," Angus said and the way his purple eyes flared, Henry thought he was about to be gripped by Spellbinding.
Instead, Angus just head-butted him so hard, that Henry's head rang and his vision became blurry.
"Resistance is useless," Angus said as he wrenched the Repeater out of Henry's hand to smack him with it and send him to the ground.
Angus raised a hand and Mana crackled around it to take the shape of an Arcane tendril that sputtered weakly into appearance.
"Hmm?" Angus said, taking note of the Spell's weak magic,