smartass_captain

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A shout and the high trill of the phaser announce Jim has joined the battle, and despite everything Felix's heart soars. In all their eons of existence, no daedra has ever had to face this challenge. Has ever contended with the exotic and potent weapons of Starfleet.

His elation lasts for the split second it takes to realize the dremora is moving. Not to defend itself from Stratos, lunging from the side. Not to blast the familiar relentlessly closing its jaws until bone cracks beneath them.

It's turning that cursed magic on Jim.

Felix's turn to cry out, an ice spike forming in his hands- too slow, Stratos is too slow, red energy lashes out from the daedra's hand- and faster still, the phaser beam lances into its throat, burning through the unarmored tissue and warping the collar of its cuirass. The creature jerks as it's thrown back. Then, under the mages' eyes, it falls back, its snarls silenced. But Felix only stares at it a second before wheeling around. He saw Jim flinch and fall back.

"Jim!" He shoots a frantic look at Stratos, who waves him to go attend his husband. The elder brother will see to it the daedra is dead. Felix is more concerned with the living, though Jim will find the dremora's shot has only clipped his left arm, leaving it burned and weak-feeling.