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Syed's eyes widened as his wrists began to rotate, his fingers twitching this way and that until sparks began to form. "Wh-?!" was all he managed, before his arm suddenly jolted forward, sending an arc of electricity through the air, not really aimed at anything in particular. It took seconds before his expression had turned to complete and utter disbelief and horror.

He couldn't move. He couldn't move anything from the neck down. But... he [i]was[/i] moving. ...And it wasn't him doing it. His eyes cast about desperately, trying to locate what was doing this to him. His gaze finally settled on Vance... because of that expression. He was talking to Amy, looking right at him, and seemed thoroughly amused by it all. What was he-!

A complete and utter invasion of his being, rendering him completely helpless to the whims of his attacker - a plaything. A complete loss of control, chilling him right to the core. He found himself suddenly stepping forward, the feel of every step and the currents of his magic all the more clear to him in his vunerable state. He could feel the currents getting stronger, much stronger than he would ever dare in a situation like this. Electricity crackled and crashed, igniting anything too close as it leapt ten, fifteen, twenty feet into the air.

"No... no no no no please..." he whispered as his body continued to cast without him. He knew what he was doing, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn't even shiver, as much as he felt the need to. "Please..."

He was going to hurt them all. Just like his dream back when they were trapped with the dreameater. Just like when he was young, the event which made him swear off magic for decades. He was going to hurt them, he might even kill them. Like a monster.

"Please...!" he cried out, his voice cracking as tears of fustration and dispair began to form. He couldn't handle this. He couldn't handle this at all, it was tearing him apart from the seams. His final shout was a warning, but it also served as a plea. "Estelle!"

Chairs had rose into the air from the seating areas, buzzing and sparking with electricity as they span...

...Before suddenly rocketing towards their leader in rapid succession, many ricocheting off the floor as they went.

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Meanwhile, Moira groaned and opened her eyes once more. Her entire body hurt like hell from the burns, abeit soothed slightly by the spell Amy had thrown in her direction. And her vision was filled with damned toys, although thankfully they weren't actually on top of her. Which was promptly explained when there was an almighty crack, and a bolt of electricity struck the ground mere inches from her face.

She looked up, and she could immediately tell something was seriously, seriously wrong. This was not Syed. Over two years of constant, unceasing contact with someone gives you a pretty good knowledge of a person.

She didn't say a thing. Instead, she sheathed her sword and brought her gauntleted hands up to the buckles which held her chestplate in place. She didn't know what was going on... but if she had to take him out, so be it.