[ Charlie is... well, it's safe to say he's not doing well.
Peter had still been out when Charlie came to, and while they'd bound his wrists, they'd neglected to secure his fingers. He could still cast, and then it was a simple matter of getting his and Peter's bindings off. Getting out had been another issue, with Peter down for the count and Charlie feeling rather like he'd been used as a pinata.
When one of their captors walked in and found Charlie up walking around, it had gone to hell pretty quickly. Charlie threw everything he could at them, crates and carts, everything. But while Charlie had a lot of stuff on his side, what he didn't have was the luxury of time. Spells any more complex than flinging stuff around took precious seconds he could not afford, and he was quickly overwhelmed.
He'd gotten a few good blows in, but they beat the shit out of him for it. One of them even deigned to step on his hands- the way they rest awkwardly where they're bound behind his back is a pretty sure sign that they're broken. He's lying near Peter, sucking in ragged, shallow breaths. His face is bloodied and bruised, and the rest of him isn't in very good shape either.
He makes a quiet, pained noise when Peter calls his name. Still here. Still conscious, but barely. ]
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Peter had still been out when Charlie came to, and while they'd bound his wrists, they'd neglected to secure his fingers. He could still cast, and then it was a simple matter of getting his and Peter's bindings off. Getting out had been another issue, with Peter down for the count and Charlie feeling rather like he'd been used as a pinata.
When one of their captors walked in and found Charlie up walking around, it had gone to hell pretty quickly. Charlie threw everything he could at them, crates and carts, everything. But while Charlie had a lot of stuff on his side, what he didn't have was the luxury of time. Spells any more complex than flinging stuff around took precious seconds he could not afford, and he was quickly overwhelmed.
He'd gotten a few good blows in, but they beat the shit out of him for it. One of them even deigned to step on his hands- the way they rest awkwardly where they're bound behind his back is a pretty sure sign that they're broken. He's lying near Peter, sucking in ragged, shallow breaths. His face is bloodied and bruised, and the rest of him isn't in very good shape either.
He makes a quiet, pained noise when Peter calls his name. Still here. Still conscious, but barely. ]