Ivan
She wasn't really there.
Her spirit wasn't egging him on or possessing the weapon. It was just the memory of her surrounding him. Unfortunately, instead of calming him, it was making him angry. The bow fed on that emotion, increasing the power of each attack, and that only served to make Luke more furious when he saw the damage he was causing. It'd become a vicious cycle.
"Soldier! You need to stop!" I order, using mind-link and my voice, hoping to get through to him. My hand squeezes his, struggling against his strength. "Damn it, Luke. You're going to kill us both."
Somehow, I had to make him listen, but so far, I was failing. He refused to hear me, fighting to get me off him. Then, when he turned to look at me, I nearly let him go. Where there should've been steel or black, there was a mix of neon aquamarine and pine green. They had a slight glow and a strange film across the corneas—the sort of thing you'd see on animals who lived on land and in the water.
