"Get away from my wife, Attonson," Atticus growled out protectively, and then he launched himself straight at Eugene, decking him straight in the face.
"Atticus! Watch out! He's using magic!" Daphne screamed in worry. She had every faith in her husband's combat abilities but Atticus didn't have his rings with him and he had already expended a lot of effort hunting earlier.
"How sweet." Eugene smirked, spitting out a mouthful of blood at Atticus's face, using that brief moment of distraction to get out of the way. "To think that the both of you love each other so much. My apologies in advance, for ruining things."
He sent a small flurry of ice shards straight into Atticus's exposed arms. Atticus winced as he felt them stab through his skin, his body strangely losing strength. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the shards were at fault. He grabbed one and tugged it out, and a sharp pain raced through his body.
