Alvios stumbled backwards, short of breath and a hand to his chest. This man's red magic has been disintegrating and outright destroying everything it has touched thus far, living or not. That orb was the same thing that had killed those he had just fought so hard to save. Why was he untouched?

     He looked to his wound again. Then Shadra. His chest. The attacker. When that orb touched him, it felt like he had lost a night of sleep, but no more. Alvios didn't feel confident about this though. He was just terribly, overwhelmingly confused, that his version of armageddon had shown up and he was exempt.

     "Shadra's power...your power...I'm immune?" It didn't exactly matter. His sword was gone, his strength was gone. What was he supposed to do, punch this guy in the face and piss him off more?