The glance he shoots back Dick's way is two parts irritation: one for the instruction, one for the implication he was an idiot. Of course he wasn't going to kill him. He knows the job they're here to do. It was just an option. A plan B.
One that might have been easier, as he swings into the original plan B. The mage is readying more magic, expecting an attack, so there isn't even an attempt at defence as Richard reaches out and presses his palm to the mage's forehead.
"Drop it," he says, and it's a command. Confident and clear as one, Richard fully expecting it to be followed as he lifts his hand away again.
Frowns, then, as the mage's fingers only stutter on the staff. Flex, like he's losing his grip but trying to keep it, his own confusion and alarm growing as his hands finally loosen and the staff falls to the ground.
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One that might have been easier, as he swings into the original plan B. The mage is readying more magic, expecting an attack, so there isn't even an attempt at defence as Richard reaches out and presses his palm to the mage's forehead.
"Drop it," he says, and it's a command. Confident and clear as one, Richard fully expecting it to be followed as he lifts his hand away again.
Frowns, then, as the mage's fingers only stutter on the staff. Flex, like he's losing his grip but trying to keep it, his own confusion and alarm growing as his hands finally loosen and the staff falls to the ground.