He backed the blanket up, once he realized, yes, Growley was going to run into it. And kept it back. Magneto might not have liked the dog - or dogs in general - but he didn't desire to hurt her.
Near by, a copper pipe rattled and broke loose, spinning into threads, soft a silk strands but millions of times stronger. He lifted it over the edge of the sheet and let it spill over, hooked the copper into it and puffed it out. There was a buffer. It was still a barrier but Growley shouldn't get hurt.
He had other plans. This wasn't the end all of his plans, but he didn't want to have to deal with the dog. He'd wait, until Crowley sent her off.
Against the blanket, like someone pushing against is with their finger, like writing in sand, letters formed and stayed.
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Near by, a copper pipe rattled and broke loose, spinning into threads, soft a silk strands but millions of times stronger. He lifted it over the edge of the sheet and let it spill over, hooked the copper into it and puffed it out. There was a buffer. It was still a barrier but Growley shouldn't get hurt.
He had other plans. This wasn't the end all of his plans, but he didn't want to have to deal with the dog. He'd wait, until Crowley sent her off.
Against the blanket, like someone pushing against is with their finger, like writing in sand, letters formed and stayed.
Send her home. No reason to risk her, correct?]