He didn't know where he is, he didn't know who this man was, but that would not stop him from doing everything in his power to get sent back to where he belonged. Already the thought of Cel seeing his lifeless form like they had seen the others sent him into a frenzy – he would not have Cel worrying over him, not if he could help it.
"Unhand me," the mage grunted, but Foulques just continued to glare down at him, seeing a flash of red eyes peak out from under the hood – a miqo'te mage, then, Foulques made mental note.
"Send me back and I will," he hissed back, slamming the crystalline arm against the wall a second time, that same crack bouncing off his eardrums.
He felt crystalline fingers twitch in his grasp and he wondered if the man even had feeling in the crystal – if he was even doing anything of use for his cause.
The man coughed and Foulques tightened his grip on his throat. "I can explain if you let. Me. Go," the man coughed out, but again Foulques wasn't moving.
"I don't need an explanation, I need you to send me home," he spat, slamming the man's head back against the wall and enjoying seeing the flash of pain dart across his face.
He needed to get back to Cel. Home. He needed to go home.
"You've left me no choice," the man breathed out, blood dripping down his chin from the corner of his mouth.
Foulques didn't even have a moment to wonder what the hell the mage could do from his position before he was thrown back, his back slamming against the cold stone floor and knocking the wind out of him. The back of his head fell back and had him seeing stars.
By the time his vision cleared, the mage was standing up straight with his staff clutched tightly in his crystal hand and pointed directly at Foulques.
Just consider: the Exarch summons Foulques to the First, naked as the day he was born, and Foulques doesn't actually care who he is or what's happening, he's just ready to fight
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