[Mephisto's just starting to relax into his former position when he hears the faint cracking of glass. His attention shifts from Stephen to the the glass in his hand, some part of his brain recognizing the danger without being conscious of the how or why of it.
At his current vantage point, he'd guess that there's only a tangential risk of injury. The same can't be said of Stephen. For all the safety equipment they've managed to cobble together, Mephisto knows well enough that it won't do much to help. He also knows that he doesn't have time to get it far enough away from the other man.
So. He settles for something else. He feels a faint rush of energy, before a burst of yellowed feathers extends outward. He doesn't have time to see where it goes. Before he can process what he or his companion have done, the glass bursts.]
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At his current vantage point, he'd guess that there's only a tangential risk of injury. The same can't be said of Stephen. For all the safety equipment they've managed to cobble together, Mephisto knows well enough that it won't do much to help. He also knows that he doesn't have time to get it far enough away from the other man.
So. He settles for something else. He feels a faint rush of energy, before a burst of yellowed feathers extends outward. He doesn't have time to see where it goes. Before he can process what he or his companion have done, the glass bursts.]