On the Run [Mami]

[Harry Dresden]

Harry didn't like the position he found himself in. It was more than a little odd, being tied up in ribbons. He wasn't quite ancient enough to hex a lock, on purpose or otherwise, plus this lock was almost certainly magical in nature anyway, so trying would've served no purpose. He looked down at the Fae girl and chuckled. "Stronger than a Fae? That's a first. The Knight thing has its perks, it seems. But you seem to be out of the loop. I'm not like the last guy in my position." Harry didn't have any range of motion in his knees and shoulders, true. The ribbons were fairly tight everywhere else, too...

But he could twist his right wrist slightly. And he hadn't dropped his foci when he'd been gift-wrapped. He let some of his will seep into his blasting rod, setting the tip to glowing ominously, a light that could be seen even through the ribbons. "I'm a wizard more than the Winter Knight. Fuego!" The resulting combustion wasn't the biggest thing he'd thrown around, and he burned himself on the ribbon as he fell to the sand. The burning sensation in his right leg told him that he hadn't quite gotten himself out of the blast, but it was a much better position than he'd been in before. He hit his knee, and his staff fell from his left hand, but he kept the still-glowing blasting rod trained on his opponent. "Now, why were you looking for me? Whatever it is, thrice I ask and done, turn and go from this place."