by Sean Hall » Tue Jun 21, 2011 2:22 am
Sean took a step back from Altamira, slowly disentangling himself from her. He exhaled and his eyes glowed.
"I've hidden this for so long, it's hard to show somebody without wearing a mask," Sean said as blue runes seemed to form on his skin. He said something in a language that few people would recognize, and it carried an odd amount of weight. Blue flames covered his arm to the elbow, but they were freezing cold.
"Magic, witchcraft," Sean said, "I'm not a mutant Altamira."