Whatever Animus had been about to say is lost as the shot rings out. The Thyrsus flinches away, nearly stumbling over himself as his head whips around to glare accusingly at the source. He holds that pose for a moment, frozen, before slowly getting a grip on himself and regaining focus.
He slowly turns back to Samael, blinking rapidly. "Then let's start ... developing what you can already work with. Pretend I'm a Banisher. Hit me with whatever you can.
"Oh, and don't pull punches with your spell choices. Everything's live fire here."
With that, he's in motion, lashing at Samael without waiting for a response.
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Please start a side thread with initiative.