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The magierprinz's nose was filled with various pleasant aromas as the demon approached and his vision and thoughts were slightly distorted as the woman mentioned the effects, although his well-trained mind managed to shake the manipulation off.  However the next magical effect was far, far more lethal.

Swen's spell was out as soon as the demoness made her move, dispelling the majority of the red energy's substance as it faded away to nothingness.  It was a quick reaction that showed that the man had learned speed since his previous encounter, along with the patience and practice of a third year student.

The remaining portion of the spell was still immense however, and the surprised student gasped as the library floor slammed into him, the man crumpling to the ground with a scream as several loud snaps and crunches were heard.  At least one rib, his left forearm, ... maybe a bone in his leg?  He wasn't exactly sure, but the pain was overwhelming and his attempt for a counterattack failed to manifest in any significant manner, only a small puff of wind leaving his hands.

He tried to be brave, but at this point he was fairly certain he was going to die.

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The kitten nodded, simply resting her head against the larger familiar.  To be fair, she had just woken up from a rather pleasant sleep ... but the company of Lady Sorcha was probably bad to deny.

And besides, what was she going to do now?  She'd surely collect some things from her Lady's room ... but it was made abundantly clear that she was at least kicked out for now.  She'd need to remove her possessions and put the place in order for her owner ... Lady Gwynn ... when she returned.

If she returned.
And if she was even wanted back by then.

The dragoness would likely feel tears run down her skin as the cat let out another round of emotions, although she tried to remain mostly silent as she enjoyed the comfort provided by Lady Sorcha's benevolent wings.  Maoin pulled herself closer, using the powerful creature as her only support while her soul felt like it had been torn apart.