[Good thinking! If only magic worked like that... alas.]
Can't.
[Quentin gets out through clenched teeth, the mouth gaping open way too close to his own face for comfort and he throws his hands out, fingers twisting and maybe, maybe, maybe this works. He's not Eliot, he doesn't have the inherent skill of kinetic magic, but he's still a Physical kid. This kind of magic is still closer to his own brand of magic than anything else, and he's forcing the air to congeal around the spirit. Thick as molasses, magic pouring in to the empty space all around the spirit to slow it down.]
no subject
Can't.
[Quentin gets out through clenched teeth, the mouth gaping open way too close to his own face for comfort and he throws his hands out, fingers twisting and maybe, maybe, maybe this works. He's not Eliot, he doesn't have the inherent skill of kinetic magic, but he's still a Physical kid. This kind of magic is still closer to his own brand of magic than anything else, and he's forcing the air to congeal around the spirit. Thick as molasses, magic pouring in to the empty space all around the spirit to slow it down.]
I can maybe slow it down! Stab it! Something!