The magic suppressant was annoying, if anything. Unpleasant, yes, and an utter insult added to an injury. But most of all, it was annoying, in the kind of way that something is annoying when it prevents one from engaging in their intended activity.

Which was, after all, exactly what they were designed for. It was their exact intended purpose. To prevent one from engaging in their intended activity. Provided, of course, that activity was of a magical purpose. It would be utmost weird, if the activity they had to prevent was, say, climbing the stairs. Or walking. Though there probably was something in the arsenal from the Enchanters that would serve some oddly specific purpose, if for no other reason then just to make things that would be a nuisance to somebody.

Kazra pulled at the handcuff with as much disdain as he could manage and, in return, received a discharge of magic that was there as a reminder rather than a threat, not to fumble with it. A miniscule zap, on par with the static discharge that came from touching a metal item with bare hands in winter. He growled a curse under his breath, then some more, for a good measure, as he continued pacing around the room. Now, of course the purpose of his actions was not to get these things off. If he tried (and somehow even…
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