"Well, you’ve got me a bit tied up." He growls out as the shadows coalesce around him. The murky mass has become less of fog and more something sleeker and denser, like snakes twisting around his legs, squeezing and scratching with unseen claws. He can feel a warm trickle of blood start seeping down his leg, a burst of cold air where a tear rips into his jeans. His arms he can still move thankfully and he bites out another curse at Moriarty, pleased when it at least hits the mark this time, sending the other boy whirling back into the snow. He tries to take a step forward, to free himself of the spell, but it follows him as though attached and then latches onto the floor to freeze him in place.
It’s the book though, the book, that he really ought to be focusing on. So ignoring the way the tendrils bruise into him, he takes advantage of the moment to send a summoning spell towards the book, not really expecting it to work, but hoping all the same.
He growls for moment, distracted as fresh pain seeps through him, and a shadow or two flash into something more corporal, but then he grits his teeth and focuses again and it fades back into the black slime, the spell slithering higher up his body.
Jim laughs as he’s tossed against the snow, laying there a moment. “Oh getting rough with me? My my Balthazar.” Jim sits up, making himself comfortable in the snow as he watches the black tendrils slowly dig and cut away at Balthazar.
The summoning spell has Jim irritated more then anything, book flying towards Balthazar, but it never gets to him, the black tendrils shooting up, smacking the book back in Jim’s direction, to which he stands, plucking it up and nearing Balthazar again as the black mass’ efforts to harm Balthazar intensify, creeping up his legs and back.
"Resisting fuels it you know, makes it want to hurt you more," he purred, reaching out to stroke the black substance almost lovingly. "Honestly you should’ve just turn and went back to the castle. But I suppose that’ll be your mistake to deal with." He reaching in, symbols glowing faintly on his arm as he grabbed Balthazar by the hair, tugging him close, the black tentacles solidifying as they creep up Balthazar’s neck.
"We had such a good time before, Balthazar, why are you trying to stop me?" Jim pouted before bursting out laughing all together.