[ Molly is slightly distracted, let's be fair, and his footwork may suffer for it. The trap catches him and he's down on his ass again, hissing a bit and looking up at the Witcher. Giving him a faux-grumpy look that's honestly just badly-hidden sass, he then winks a little before a vessel on his neck seems to erupt in a small spray of blood powering his own spell as he attempts to use his blood curse to very briefly blind Eskel.
If it works, Molly hurries to his feet and tosses off his boots. If he could have removed his pants without needing the shoes off first, he might have honestly just worn the thigh-high leather. ]
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If it works, Molly hurries to his feet and tosses off his boots. If he could have removed his pants without needing the shoes off first, he might have honestly just worn the thigh-high leather. ]