[ As true a statement as any: No, not a punch, then. Not a spell.
Not an answer, either. His hand doesn't stray back toward the rack, its tidy line of metal. Not yet.
Light filters through the end of day, a small hallway window; high bars. Glints from the edge of one gaudy ring, or perhaps that's only Isaac's imagination.
no subject
He didn't say who.
[ As true a statement as any: No, not a punch, then. Not a spell.
Not an answer, either. His hand doesn't stray back toward the rack, its tidy line of metal. Not yet.
Light filters through the end of day, a small hallway window; high bars. Glints from the edge of one gaudy ring, or perhaps that's only Isaac's imagination.
A frozen buck. He doesn't blink. ]