([color=f7941d]Darlien Garandinar[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium.)

[color=f7941d]"Burn! ALL OF YOU WILL BURN!"[/color]

Darlien hadn't exactly expected this to happen, overuse of magic did cause mental degeneration along with the physical damage, but he had expected that to manifest in old age, rather than right in the middle of the prime of his life. Not that he was exactly thinking about that much right now. He hadn't even heard the approaching figure talk by the time he spotted them. They said something about "Experience" that Darlien didn't hear, and then it was all white, and painful.

His body shook and burned, his head screamed at him as his limbs stopped listening, instead shaking out of control as the electricity ran its way through him, brutalizing anything that it touched. He felt no pain in his hands, not so surprisingly, they were already burned enough that he had no nerve endings left to feel with. Finally, the flash dampened, and he collapsed with a cry of pain. Smoke rose from his body, and he tasted something horrifically bitter. There was an awful smell in the air. For a long time he just laid there, his muscles spasming out of his control.

Finally, the spasms subsided, and with a loud groan Darlien forced himself to his feet, testing them unsteadily. He looked over at his masked attacker, snarling with as much hate as he could muster.

[color=f7941d]"Praelian scum! How dare you attack me?!"[/color] He yelled, picking his dropped blade up from off the ground. [color=f7941d]"You... you're... a Dominus, aren't you?[/color]

Darlien's face suddenly went stark white. He hadn't expected a mage, but this was a Dominus, he'd heard of them from some of his tutors back in Benaduza, legendary mage chasers, near-unkillable and with some of the most powerful magics ever invented in their pockets. His father was the only person he'd heard of able to even wound one, never mind kill two. Darlien doubted he was even close to his father's level yet, but he believed he could handle another mage, even if it was a Dominus. Though he still had a massive pit in his stomach.

Taking a deep breath and spinning forwards, he suddenly became very aware of the multiple burns he had suffered as a result of that first attack. He could fight through it, but it would be more difficult.

[i][color=f7941d]Time to focus.[/color][/i] He decided, as he finished his spin and dropped to one knee, blade pointed towards the Dominus. He was intimidating them, they would now know of his superior skills.

[color=f7941d]"Well, I don't care who you are,"[/color] he lied, still just as worried. [color=f7941d]Because I'll kill you just the same!"[/color] Darlien yelled, with another cry his left hand lit up in flame, and from it flew a stream of flame, barreling towards the unnamed Dominus.

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([color=00a99d]Gennio e'Dux[/color], Ascencion Islands) 

"Sir!" A messenger barged in, nearly tackling Lord Pelionis and leaving him grasping his foot from a poorly-placed step. "The On'hinians have attacked Daradium!" A moment passed, tension evident in the silent room.

Suddenly, a snicker. Then a chuckle, then a snort, then a full laugh. Crackling coming from his throat in disbelief, the messenger stared at the king as he howled with laughter, smacking his thigh and pounding his chest as his cackle became a cacophonic howl. Then, just as quick as it had began, it stopped.

As the other two stared at him, Gennio raised an eyebrow.

[color=00a99d]"What are you staring at? Go to the barracks, raise the sailors! Move!"[/color] He chased the messenger at a brisk walk, clapping as he did. Pelionis stared at the back of his king in utter dumbfounded silence, before shaking his head and following.

"My king, what are your orders?"

[color=00a99d]"Follow behind and watch, I'm going to lose us a battle."[/color]

"Now?"

[color=00a99d]"Do you have a better idea or are you wasting time, Lord Pelionis?"[/color]

"...The latter."

[color=00a99d]"As I expected, now keep up, we sail for Daradium and prepare for battle, don't expect a victory,
because we're not getting one."[/color] The king finished, before rushing ahead, leaving Pelionis huffing and puffing, unable to keep up.

"[i]Hali Benaduza.[/i]" He cursed before attempting to pursue.