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As Ozo shot up from the ground, the figure instantly moved, rolling away from the attack with practised skill. He turned, blue energy gathering around his wand as spears of blue energy shot forth, skewering and severing Ozo's tongue. Without a word the figure began gesturing with the wand once more, blue motes of light gathering towards them, floating around them. A glimpse of their face revealed withered skin, and eyeless sockets, the flesh clinging to the skull in an eternally somber expression. This was all that could be seen before a burst of crystals emerged from the ground in front of the mage, a line of spiked blue magical crystals arcing out in a straight line towards his target, shredding all in it's path. It was almost as if this figure didn't need to see attacks in order to avoid them, nor did it seem very inclined towards diplomacy, or speech in general.