"We've seen you fighting. What's going on?" Nilori speaks this time, towards the man in front of her. The twins walk slowly towards him, Nilori in a defensive position behind her shield, sword point at the man's heart, Cirilyn still with her crossbow pointed at the girl. They would need answers before they would attack, though the would respond to a fight should one start.
Their mouths opened and to the man it sounded as though a hundred nails scratching atop a blackboard. A brief cry of pain left his lips as he shut both eyes in pain and His hands went to his ears in an effort to drown out the noise. This put the light in his chest on display, showing that it was trembling and cascading through its color field. Though it lasted only as long as the women spoke; calming the light in his chest and allowing him to open his eyes again.
The look on his face was one of terror and confusion, showing that not even he understood what had happened. In his mind it was the woman staring at him and readying into a battle stance. Just another enemy!
The mans hands fell from his ears as the light in his chest dawned a dark orange; a glow shared by his eyes. As his arms dropped the man slid his right foot along the dirt so that it was behind him. With his arms at his side and bent at the elbow towards the women the light in the mans chest sprang into action. Two thick tendrils of light tore through the mans veins and to his palms in an instant, leaving a visible light trail in their wake. With a quick shove at the air the man transferred the energy through his palms, creating a visible heat disturbance in the air that would stretch out five feet infront of him. Before the air would ignite in flames, creating a cascading sea of flames that tore towards Nilori.
Each time one of the twins spoke, the man flinched, as if in pain. Odd, though a suitable explanation for the man's agression. If even a short sentence was equivalent to an attack, well, life must be hell for him. It was a shame, but he would have to die. The alternative was a short and painful life for him, which would also put those around him at risk should he attack them.
In response to his attack, Nilori and Cirilyn retreated towards the girl. Nilori remained in her defensive position, using her shield to block against any particularly far-reaching flames. Once the attack was finished, they spun 180 degrees, and Cirilyn fired her crossbow, being already cocked from earlier, aiming at the man's chest. Now it was Nilori's turn to face the girl, who now appeared prepared to fight.
The girl sprung into action running towards the two/three people, she managed to bring a shield down in between the combatants using her magic, in an attempt to stop the fighting, just now realizing that the man was only in pain. She remembered her childhood and the frustration of not being able to talk, her cloak shimmered almost to a blinding amount this was expected though considering it reacted to emotions and those emotions were quite powerful
The man watched the actions of the women as though they were played in slow motion. The sight of their conjoined bodies struck him somewhere deep for a moment. Such a physical state could be seen as a handicap and yet they moved perfectly. This delay allowed the bolt to close the majority of the distance before the man had reacted to it.
The mans gaze shifted quickly to the bolt, superheating the air all around and infront of the bolt. This ignited the feathers of the bolt and super heated the tip, but it was not enough to burn it entirely. With a quiet thud and squish the bolt sank home, burying itself just an inch beyond the head in his right pectoral. The impact forced his upper body to lurch backwards slightly, but this was the only affect. The hit didn't appear to register with him.
What could be seen as a reaction was the man quickly positioning his hands infront of his chest. Placing them together, but holding them horizontally. Upon his body the tendrils stood strong, starting to create a stream of steam from the surface of the surrounding skin as their light briefly intensified. Respectively a bright white light would shine between the mans hand before the light expanded with a burst of hest and air. Creating a white hot orc of energy whose heat was refined and condensed to mimic and double the cutting power of razor sharp steel.
This attack was not as slow as the last, tearing through the distance in mere seconds. The exact target was unknown, all three were at risk to be hit by the flame blade. Upon its creation the light in the mans arms began to fade, allowing it to cool as he awaited the results.