It had potentially been a very stupid idea to actually join the others under the shell, given what had happened with cultists, but Enjolras was fairly sure he would be fine, and he had wanted a chance to face Malicant again, under terms that were much more his own. He had been fine too, as the groups had started out, using his light a little, as they'd started making their way beneath the shell, to act as a sort of guide, when suddenly, things began to change.
He noted it, before it happened, at least a little, the idea that he felt strange, and almost as though he was going to faint if he did not sit down, or stop or...much of anything at all. Things were not exactly going dark, but they were going white if that were possible, and then the light he'd been emitting grew still brighter and he found himself hitting the ground on his knees almost at once, unable to stop the nearly blinding light. At least, at first it was merely only blinding, but shortly after, it started to emit a distinct heat as well, becoming something more akin to energy than simply light.
It would be impossible to say whether or not Enjolras was at all aware of the fact that he was doing this, but soon enough, he was standing, darting ahead of those he was with along the passage, pausing when he reached a much narrower gap, and drawing a foil from a scabbard at his waist. His eyes glinted with something darker, much more fell than he had ever looked before, and his jaw and face were set, determined that none should pass.
"I think no more of you will be coming to help them fight." He jerked his head over his shoulder, indicating the rest of the path. "And why should you at that, my good messieurs? Gentlemen, please. Why would you throw your own lives away?"
Enjolras was a charming young man, capable of being terrible...[Boon AND Taint possession/OTA]
He noted it, before it happened, at least a little, the idea that he felt strange, and almost as though he was going to faint if he did not sit down, or stop or...much of anything at all. Things were not exactly going dark, but they were going white if that were possible, and then the light he'd been emitting grew still brighter and he found himself hitting the ground on his knees almost at once, unable to stop the nearly blinding light. At least, at first it was merely only blinding, but shortly after, it started to emit a distinct heat as well, becoming something more akin to energy than simply light.
It would be impossible to say whether or not Enjolras was at all aware of the fact that he was doing this, but soon enough, he was standing, darting ahead of those he was with along the passage, pausing when he reached a much narrower gap, and drawing a foil from a scabbard at his waist. His eyes glinted with something darker, much more fell than he had ever looked before, and his jaw and face were set, determined that none should pass.
"I think no more of you will be coming to help them fight." He jerked his head over his shoulder, indicating the rest of the path. "And why should you at that, my good messieurs? Gentlemen, please. Why would you throw your own lives away?"