Grey? No shit? [kavinsky is surprised at that. he tosses his glass blob up again, catches it with both hands this time. he likes that it's still warm. destruction happened here, it says. something was unmade and remade into something new, with a discharge of energy beyond anything an ordinary man could survive.
he thought grey had liked magic, too.] Guy could probably use a scare. Probably just some dick comparison thing. I know he likes tricks. [he passes the glass from hand to hand, and then he starts across the sand, his shoes printing neat marks in the grains. he stoops down to fiddle at another piece of glass, just within the flicker of energy.] You shot him with lightning yet? He even know you can do that?
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he thought grey had liked magic, too.] Guy could probably use a scare. Probably just some dick comparison thing. I know he likes tricks. [he passes the glass from hand to hand, and then he starts across the sand, his shoes printing neat marks in the grains. he stoops down to fiddle at another piece of glass, just within the flicker of energy.] You shot him with lightning yet? He even know you can do that?