[ It's a pretty little thing, Anduin's magic, and Hellboy watches with interest as it blooms and reaches for him. When it comes into contact with his palm, however, it feels like a knife slicing across his skin. A thin ribbon of smoke starts up and he hisses, pulling his hand back and shaking it like he's putting out a flame. When he opens it again, there's no injury, and he opens and closes his fingers experimentally, eyebrows raised. ]
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Huh. Yeah. Good to know.