On The Beach

Mercutio cries out in pain, hanging limply by his wrists as Jakob crushes his hands. Now that he's no longer focusing on the spell, his bound swords collapse into strings of runic light, winding their way back up his wrists. They return to their tattoo form, as if they had never moved. Pain shoots up his arms as he can feel his fingers and hands breaking under the pressure of Jakob's grasp. There wasn't much he could do, now, Mercutio was out of tricks. His tail was sharp-edged but not strong or sharp enough to help, and he couldn't teleport with someone touching him. Only one last gambit.
"Wait!" He cries out, voice strained. "Wait! I can help you! You don't - you don't stand anything to gain from killing me!"