[He lays a hand over his heart, or the place where it's supposed to be-- just in time for her to throw him back with a simple gesture, magic propelling him towards the first bend in the hall, where he hits the wall with a sound thud, harder than any human could have handled without incident. They'd at least have walked away from it with broken ribs. He, on the other hand, just gets to his feet, letting out a wheezing chuckle as he shakes his head.]
I do love that spark you've got, Regina. Love the ones who play rough.
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I'm hurt.
[He lays a hand over his heart, or the place where it's supposed to be-- just in time for her to throw him back with a simple gesture, magic propelling him towards the first bend in the hall, where he hits the wall with a sound thud, harder than any human could have handled without incident. They'd at least have walked away from it with broken ribs. He, on the other hand, just gets to his feet, letting out a wheezing chuckle as he shakes his head.]
I do love that spark you've got, Regina. Love the ones who play rough.