Hector- Strangle

Two of the Skirmishers carried crossbows, dropping to their knees to load and aim as their companions ran on. Hector didn’t have to think twice.

Hector flung his left arm out, palm open, fingers twitching as he shot the vile invisibly across the snow. The first man dropped his weapon when he felt the ghostly noose around his throat. Hector yanked his arm back sharply: even from this distance, amid the sounds of battle, he heard the crack of the man’s neck breaking. He drew his hand to the right, the vile moving on, at the limits of the magister’s control. Shorter distances gave him absolute mastery over the phantom: the greater the distance, the more difficult it was to direct Vincent’s movements. Yet the command got through. The second man unleashed one shot, the bolt whistling toward the magister and his men before he went down in the snow, clawing at his neck, kicking wildly as he tried to breathe.

B4 P5 C8