The bomb was primed to explode from a wrong look at it, much less a fall to the ground. The hands of the man holding it shook visibly, but he didn't put it down like any sane person would.
He didn't throw it either, appearing to hesitate from doing that attack which would undoubtedly kill him together with his targets. Despite his obvious desperation and recklessness, he appeared to be afraid of doing that last step.
In stark contrast, Cael was just as calm as before his walk with friends was interrupted. Besides a flash of surprise on his face, he looked more curious than anything.
He knew of at least three ways to deal with the bomb safely. Despite its deadliness, it wasn't any more powerful than the man holding it.
And this man was on the verge of either breaking down or fainting from exhaustion.
Behind Cael's shoulders, Ginevra bared her teeth in a snarl and wove a spell.
I had good people, I have bad people...